King sits at his throne, holding his spade-tipped tongue from the mouth on his stomach as if holding a trident. It kind of is used as one, seeing as it's on his stomach and not the tongue on his mouth.

King chuckles deeply, deciding to take a break, giving his eyes a rest. Ordering around the recruits and trying to invade the world with just Darkners is quite tiring for a spade-monster like him.