he pathways to the center of The Great Divide are empty and the curious eyes of its citizens nowhere to be found.
Still, Nileen hears the thoughts of the invisible. Their curiosity, fear, and anxiety bombard her from all directions. Pausing for a moment, she steps out of the formation and composes herself.
Sundiata stops beside her.
“What is it?”
“They fear us”, she replies.
“No, they fear him,” Sundiata motions with his eyes towards the Zulu king, “and rightfully so. He is powerful, violent, and still we do not know if he can be trusted.”
“He will be unleashed, my sister. To dispatch the Champion of The Great Divide.”
Nileen looks into the eyes of the Fifth Conscience. “Eidan?”
“You and I will face our father alone. It is fitting that he die in a manner similar to…”
She turns away as a lump begins to swell in her throat. “I want this to be over, Sundiata.”
“Soon, my sibling. Soon, and very soon.”