"It is," you say.
"Then our destiny, and yours, is all but set," says Ziva. "Go down into the valley once more, and return here with your people. Enter the circle as you did before, Basileios, and the gate will open. All of you will be welcome in this realm."
The world around you shimmers and distorts, and moments later you find yourself sitting on the rock floor of the mountain cave once again.
"That was a wise decision, Basileios," says Drazha after a moment. "Truly, I do not know the nature of the sanctuary that awaits us, but if we stay in the valley, destruction will surely come for us. You did the right thing."
"Perhaps it is right for you," says Seramet, "but it is not right for me, and I imagine many of our people will feel the same. I will not settle for some pale version of existence in another realm. If you do this, give me—and others—the chance to leave before the Tribe of the Black Wolf arrives here."
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