haka Zulu leads Nileen through pathways familiar to her since birth. After a time, they stop in front of the Sanctuary of the Waking Eye.
Here? she asks him. This is the resting place of the Dead Eye?
Yes. Follow me.
The warrior king steps inside the foyer of the sanctuary, and then pauses. Nileen steps beside him.
“Strange. The Oracle should have greeted us.”
Looking around the sanctuary, the eyes of the Third Conscience come to rest on a broken and shattered ornament on the marble surface a few feet away.
As she steps closer, an audible breath escapes her lips and she whispers, “The Oracle…”
From behind, Shaka Zulu calls out, “the Dead Eye.”