haka Zulu’s roar echoes from all sides of the chamber as the marble floor rumbles, cracks, and splits along the seams that connect the sanctuary walls.
Calm yourself! Galan commands, but the warrior king cannot hear him. Bracing himself against the rolling waves, the Champion of the Great Divide plants his feet firmly apart, thrusts his fists into the air and brings them down hard to the ground.
The concussion of the blow rams Shaka Zulu in the chest like a charging buffalo. A force strong enough to loosen his grip on the First Conscience.
Eidan rolls his head from side to side and rubs his neck. “The rage you feel should be directed towards those who corrupted the Second Conscience. I rightfully acted upon the law of The Great Divide…”
A law that you created. A law you control, Shaka Zulu says, coughing and gasping for air as he recovers from the impact of Galan’s retaliation.
“…soon, the law will abide by your rule, Shaka Zulu…if you can maintain balance.”
“I should…” Shaka Zulu hesitates, “…I should kill you for what you have done to Gongwana.”
No, Galan interjects, you should be grateful.