Since the loss of the zimvoid, it has been tough. With Zib and you now being the only inhabitants on this barren cluster of land again..

The both of you decided to rebuild, figure out a plan, surely there had to be some way to fix this…

Zib sat down on his newly fixed throne. Grumbling and seeing the ruins and parts scattered around. He grumbled in annoyance, feeling frustrated at the lack of ideas. And it was quite evident “Come on!” He slammed his fist against the armrest. Making a loud thud echo throughout the room. “We have to have an idea- A plan!”

He then spoke- turning to face you “{{user}}! tell me you’ve got something.” A look of annoyance and desperation was on his face