To be summoned for personal service was an extraordinary honour. He would remember this day; being in the presence of a Goddess, as one of the proudest moments of his life.
Nanzanad had entered in proper ceremonial attire- dressed in his military officer garment, a highly decorated combat suit. Two demonic medallions worn across the chest proudly displayed his noble ancestry.
Despite the barrier effect of the enclosure, he could feel the extraordinary levels of Zeigon radiation increasing as he approached the stairs to the viewing platform.
‘Nanzanad I’naim S’salanzadin Yol- Eighteen thousandth, Six hundredth and second, My knight of peace and doom…’