"There are eight of them now, Godfrey. You must hurry, before it's too late."
Godfrey looks back at the spear jutting out of him and asks.
"How long do I have?"
Ink thinks for a while and answers.
"I don't know. A couple of days, maybe less."
Godfrey stands from his throne and walks to Ink. He grabs his shoulder and asks.
"Who are you? Let me hear the name of one who cares for me."
Ink smiles and replies.
"I am you. Who you were meant to be, who you can be. I am your divinity. I am the Lightning of Heavenly Judgment, and now, so are you."
Godfrey's eyes widen in surprise as he recalls something.
"Judgement? Was that you on Mars?"
His divinity shakes his head and answers sadly.
