"What kinda king doesn't stand up to this mess and fix it?" It was a rhetorical question, and not all mayors and leaders were like Barkeep and couldn't sleep at night until the weather was perfect and starlight shone down in rows and columns, but allowing a cosmic horror to do as it willed and destroy the universe was a bit much.

There was no turning back now. With the remaining strength within him, the Barkeep searched for a slab of stone, any rubble in the room that was large enough to swing around with Telekinesis. If successful, he planned on throwing it at Garland's face.

Violent, but effective.