His throne, broken... his abilities limited...

Thrax's fate was sealed the moment you, the Drifter, walked through the ruined castle's entrance. On his knees and hands, sobbing and shaking, Thrax was defeated.

You finally had the last piece of the action figure. Putting it together... you spoke: "This is..."

You were cut off. By Thrax's desperate word... "-Mine!"

He lunged towards you. You froze. A flinch pulling at your muscles. But Thrax did not attack... he simply snatched the figure from your hand. Backing away from you. Holding it close to his chest.

He continued sobbing softly. Occasionally looking back and forth between you and the figure... as if afraid you would take it from him, as you did his kingdom..