An Ultimatum For An Immortal

[Sanguine415]

It was not long after Faustus made his announcement to the archipelago that the presses of Promethia would stir. It seemed that yet another press release was required, and so swiftly after the last one at that. The Major-Domo and first free synthetic of the city had this to say in response to the incendiary words of the Lightbringer.

Perhaps I wasn't clear with the first letter. No daughter of Nanzo will ever allow themselves to be exchanged for an Osronan. I understand education in your city has fallen low; after all, you still tolerate a necromancer in your midst fighting on your behalf. But the statement remains the same. Your Radiant is dead, don't try to make a game of it. Osrona is no foreigner to executions, get on with it and stop wasting our time.

The synthetic's cold statements seemed to reverberate the stance of the Tyrant in this regard; the ironclad position of Promethia in regards to dealing with such matters.

Nanzo has already won, you'll never get your dead friend back. It's clear he's on your mind even now, decades later, but you can be certain he's forgotten you. The alliance of three nations, a rogue necromancer, and all of your combined might couldn't even scratch the rift gate; we've no reason to humor you any further. Give the girl a good death, or she'll handle it herself.