he First Conscience of The Great Divide smiles.
“The Savage Negro inspires our adversaries to action”, Galan reports. The First Conscience does not turn to face him, and instead continues to stare into the eye of an oversized orb that the Champion of The Great Divide does not recognize.
“Eidan?”
Your account does not fall on deaf ears, Galan. Patience…
“Patience?” Galan steps forward and removes his helmet. “If what you say is true and Nicodemus has ordered his acolytes to advance…”
When the time is right, they must endure the weight of our own power. The acolytes will be overwhelmed by our heralds.
Galan’s low rumbling voice echoes like the sound of thunder in Eidan’s ears as the Sixth Conscience now stands beside him.
“I wish to lead them, Eidan.”
…and you shall, my friend. You will lead, and they will follow. Our enemies will be but dust beneath our feet…