"I'm so sorry," Zion said with a serious look on his face. "But as you said, it's been a long time. Too long. The time has come for you to finally be free of this unspeakable curse and go out as you wish."
Zion stood up and blazed as he approached Romiis. He took a knife and lightly slashed his finger, then poured a few drops of his blood into his host's cup.
"I do this for you in gratitude for what you have done for me and for Castellian."
"Master..." Said the latter, distressed.
"Zion..." Romiis said, not knowing what else to say.
"You have nothing to say Romiis. Drink now, I offer you, who has done so much for us, freedom."
Romiis held Zion's imperial, unfathomable gaze before looking at the cup that held the blood, the source of all his liberation, then took it and drank it.
He will never forget the feeling he had when he drank it and what it brought him.
