NOTHING BESIDE REMAINS — Things had been... stressful, lately, to say the least. Although, once the Coalition had been driven back from Tanglewood's territory, Aurum had allowed himself a brief period of rest. After all, it didn't seem as though Stryker and his goons would be back anytime soon, and everyone was exhausted. They were wounded and brittle, and they deserved a chance to ease the pain of everything that had happened around them. The lion was no exception, although he was still out and about as much as he could without breaking fully from his period of "relaxation." But without Vigenere around to run things, the group was feeling rather aimless. They no longer had a leader, and although their fight back with The Typhoon against the Coalition had been successful, everyone was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. They were waiting for something to go wrong, and for them to all be put in either metaphorical or literal shackles once again. Quite frankly, Aurum wouldn't allow that to happen. The moment that Stryker – or anyone else seeking to do Tanglewood harm – stepped foot on the territory, they would be getting a fireball to the face.

However, even with all that he had been doing to help out, the angel had honestly never considered leadership. He had been in the running for such a position many times over in his life, and it was undeniable that he had devoted himself to Tanglewood, but he still felt as though he wasn't doing enough. So, when he heard his sister calling out for everyone to gather around, he had obviously been intrigued by what she had to say. When she began her speech, he immediately caught on to where she was going, although he still didn't consider himself. His name falling from her muzzle caused Aurum to pause, his one blue eye widening in faint shock. Despite this, he only took in a deep breath before moving forward, wings folded neatly against his back as he came to stand beside Moth. He glanced over at her briefly before turning to the gathered faces, raising his chin and rumbling deeply, "I... It's hard for me to speak about myself, or my accomplishments. It has been for my entire life. Despite this, I believe that I can do great things to help this group, and keep us safe. We need change, and I'm prepared to bring it, for the better. So, if you will all have me, I'd be honored to step up as the next Luminary of Tanglewood." He then fell silent, his statement brief, but heartfelt. He really did mean it all – Tanglewood needed change to ensure that they would never end up taken over or crushed again. He was going to make sure that it never happened again, if it was the last thing he did. — OF THE MAN WHO WAS BORN AND DIED A KING.