After a last smile and a caress on the beloved face, his eyes glittering with growing emotion as well as bright resignation, he finally got up, walked to the door, pushed it wide open and went out.
As Zion stepped out into the Ashellion daylight, he winced.
- I am sorry Ashie, I really hate light.
He saw the black tide moving violently and inexorably toward the palace, a hideous, formless mass, based on magic of Milik and Jork, and his great zeogian blood, swallowing everything in its path, objects or living beings, growing in strength and power.
- Ah, what a monstrosity you are, with your audacity and arrogance to trample on my empire, and to believe you can win. I will take you with me, and you will know with your being and your life the true power of the zeogs, a power you will never understand nor attain.
Zion threw back his head, feeling at peace with himself.
- Yes, I don't feel the pain anymore. This time, it's really the last time.
