alan nods his head, acknowledging the words of the Zulu king.
“It will please The First Conscience to know that you have embraced our order; that you will stand with us against those traitors who walk among us.”
Galan begins to walk and turns back slightly, to find Shaka Zulu who keeps the pace, stride-for-stride.
“Traitors…” Shaka Zulu echoes quietly. “You are referring to those in the lower-territories…”
No, Galan responds, I am referring to those that lead them.
Stopping at a blocked entrance, Galan motions his hand across the darkened space which parts effortlessly to reveal the Second Conscience of The Great Divide.
Suspended. Limbs outstretched and bruised. Head and face swollen. Outer robes torn and chest bloodied.
Shaka Zulu pushes the Champion of The Great Divide aside and rushes towards Godongwana.
From behind the lifeless, suspended body, the First Conscience steps into the light.
“There is nothing you can do for him”, Eidan proclaims.
“For he is already dead.”