s Galan regains consciousness, the burned smell of electricity fills his nostrils.
Where the Third Conscience of The Great Divide was restrained, only a small pointed spear remains. The bindings pierced by the polished tip of the assegai.
The Champion of The Great Divide whispers to himself. He frees the spear and grips it, bringing it close to his chest as if to cradle the weapon.
A gift; one which will be returned to you on your deathbed, Shaka Zulu.