The scene in the throne room was dense with tension as Sleek the Intricate, livid than ever, went through his charge sheet in meticulous detail. Lines were drawn in a spirited battle royal. He gestured wildly, his face a montage of animated expression as he pressed in. Accusations against the Royal Apple rose like a monumental skyscraper way into the outer space. There was no letup in the Sleek’s push. A heavy darkness engulfed the ends of the earth, its central power grid rattled to the core, the hosts at the nerve centre following the unfolding proceedings intently.