A male titan painted in the Queens colors sat crouched in the Queens throne room looking off into the reefs space of all the broken and lifeless ships. His mark gently moving from an unknown breeze while his red death stood next to him as he held it up his hand gently around the bloody knife at the end. His ghost gently Hovered next to him seeing what His titan was seeing. The titan Wondered now the queen was gone what is his purpose now? Will someone be by for his help or want someone to travel with or will his life be ended by the endless void of jumping into the reef? That's what he questioned and his ghost did the same. Hoping there was a silver lining. But only time will tell. ( closed )