He was unwavering. Then he let out a deep sigh tinged with agony and sadness.
"And I thank you for all that you do and all that you are for me. But I might as well face reality in all its horror right now. It would have taken one Zeog a hundred years to save another. So for us, for all our combined power, it will be no match at all. But I will find," he continued as if it were inevitable. "I am doomed to find, and to accomplish it."
"So what does it take, majesty to be able to succeed?"
Zion gazed longingly, with a distant, almost disembodied gaze at the illuminated city of his new kingdom stretching before him with grace and beauty, inhabited only by creatures chosen by his faithful beasts, and he guessed the answer.
"It would take at least one Zeogian vow."
A heavy silence this time followed this last sentence, this statement teribly significant.
Romiis tilted his head, torn, then stood up, determined.
