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Doubts ？ Keill felt again the chill that had swept over him in that desperate moment of realization when； facing Thr'un； he had learned that the whole fearful story of the Warlord was true beyond all doubt。
'Only one；' he said grimly。 'That if I meet any more members of this Deathwing； I doubt if I'll survive the encounter。'
Glr's bright eyes shone with amusement as she relayed the message。 Talis is sure you will； now that you know more about what to expect。 He is very pleased at being right about his assessment of your survival potential。
'Fine；' Keill muttered。 'Tell him we're all very pleased here； too。'
He also hopes you will now confirm； Glr went on； that you will act as the Overseers' emissary。 To go on their behalf to worlds that are threatened by the Warlord … and to do what you can to oppose the threat。
Keill knew what his answer was； yet he hesitated。 On their behalf？ But he was still a legionary； if alone … and he had a job to do； an unspoken promise to keep； to the dead of Moros。 He did not delude himself that the defeat of Thr'un was anything but a first； small step in keeping that promise。 Somewhere the real enemy； the real destroyer； still lived； still strove to spread his deadly infection of violence and murder。
'Tell Talis；' he said slowly； 'that it is as much my fight as his … or more。 Tell him that I will work with the Overseers； but not for them。 I will accept advice and assistance； but not orders。 Tell him that wherever I go； I will do what I can and what I must … but my way； without interference。'
Talis understands the conditions； and agrees。
'And do you e along as well ？'
Of course； Glr laughed。 You would certainly never survive without me。
Keill lay back in the slingseat。 In his mind's eye an image formed … an image that always lurked on the edge of his imagination； that would probably always continue to lurk there。 The image of the planet Moros as he last saw it … bathed in a glowing haze of lethal radiation； in which everything and everyone that Keill had loved had met their deaths。
And beyond that image； another； newer one。 Like a black shadow across his inner vision。 The dark mystery of the Warlord … and the shadow of the Deathwing。
The Overseers are waiting for your confirmation； Glr broke in。
'Tell the Overseers；' Keill said； 'confirmed。 Absolutely confirmed。'
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