ileen eyes Galan as he approaches. He places two of his large fingers under her chin and raises her eyes to his.
“You are an abomination”, he says. “A specimen. A trophy.”
He turns her head from side to side, examining the contours of her face. Nileen keeps her eyes trained on his.
“I have killed many in my time,” Galan proclaims, “but you will be my greatest prize.”
“You are a fool, Galan”, Nileen says and then spits into the face of the Sixth Conscience. “Eidan will lead you into the depths, never to return.”
The Champion of The Great Divide steps back and wipes the saliva from his eyes and face.
“Child, your arrogance amuses me. It is much like your mother’s before the transformation. Your brother harbored the same attitude. They have been dispatched accordingly, and so too will you be.”
The Sixth Conscience of The Great Divide places a large hand around Nileen’s throat. Then, a voice in the periphery of his mind distracts his intention.
It would seem you are the champion of preying on defenseless women…
Turning, Galan finds Shaka Zulu standing in the entrance of the cell chamber. He is clutching a small pointed spear in his right hand. The tip of the weapon polished as bright as the two suns.
“Your presence is unwarranted”, Galan says.
My presence, Shaka Zulu responds, is imminent.