Belwyn knew he had lost, and he knew there was nothing he could do to win. He didn't even need to guess and knew his advisors were dead. And since Sylveth died as well, his kingdom will have no choice but to convert to worshiping Luminera.
While it pained him to acknowledge this new reality, he had no choice but to accept it. If he didn't, he knew he was easily replaceable.
The king sighed, tired from the fighting and mental strain. "What are your demands?"
"It's very simple, really." Snapping his fingers, Zion conjured a table for them to sit at.
"Do you have experience manipulating the masses?"
Belwyn looked at Zion as if he were a lost lamb. "I'm a king. That sort of thing is in my job description."
"Good. Things will go a lot easier then. Okay, so listen up. I know it will be hard trying to get your people to worship another god, but I can make things easier for you."
Belwyn nodded. "Please explain."
