"Lord Voltaris, permit a humble creation like me to speak in your presence," Marcus said and smiled, as he remained on his knees.
"Champion, rise to your feet, you may speak your desire," he responded in a commanding voice.
Marcus slowly rode to his feet, and raised his shoulders in confidence.
"Lord Voltaris, I was informed by Herald that my wish could not be granted, I certainly believe that beings as powerful as you should be able to grant such a humble request from one of your servants," he responded, his tone was very respectful, so as not to arouse the anger of a god.
"Your wish shall be granted champion," he simply responded and Marcus nodded his head, a callous look written on his face.
"Champion, your wish shall be granted," Lord Voltaris declared, his voice carrying a note of finality.
Before departing, he addressed the crowd once more.
"My time in this realm is at an end," he stated, and his words echoed through the arena.
