The power of Kings requires a living power source for things such as the Old Wall and - I'm not going to explain any of the technicalities to you until you get your weight off that leg, you absolute dumb bastard.

[The authority of kings is a grandpa holding a cat who conjures a folding chair out of his Armiger to put Verity into. Stay, kitty.

She blinks as he puts her down and meows again before jumping off to give Nyx's foot a sniff.]

Prioritize not dying for a moment and give me your hand, I might be able to do something and I can't not try.