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"I am glad I have garnered such praise from such individuals of high class as the Sentinels of Knowledge but I'm afraid you are mistaken in my intentions," Zambob said, waving away the title. "I do not wish to utilize weaponry. I wish to spread faith. Faith in a brighter future, in a true Lord and Savior that will arise after the cleansing waters baptize our world."

Zambob leaned forward, his eyes bright and intense. "But although I or my followers have no need of a cannon that can destroy a city or an army in a single shot, I would assess the worthiness of those who would have such need. It is my intent to guard the weapon until the signs reveal the one who is worthy of wielding it."

Zambob paused. "Surely you would not refuse me that honor, soldier of the most holy Matran?"