“They’re trying to call up a version of me. Something shaped from their chantsss, their beliefsss. A walking lie with my face and none of my mind.

I won’t let that stand.

They think if they ssspeak my name loud enough, they can make it truth. Build a god out of mud and echoes. If I leave it alone, they’ll keep going. More voices. More lie-ritualsss.

Not happening.

If you want to help shut this down, be ready. I’ll tell you where to meet when it’s time.

Come sharp. Come quiet. And leave your feudsss at the waterline. No fighting each other until the Fangsss are dealt with. If you can’t do that—don’t come.”

— Ssithrak

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🐊 You hear Ssithrak's voice echo through the water, low and furious.

“That thing isss not me.” “Rip it down. Tear the fangsss from its mouth. Let it choke on their prophecy.”

“I do not ssstand for them. I never did. End it.”

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“It’sss done. Whatever that thing wasss… it’sss gone.” “They tried to make a god in my image. Didn’t even get the sssmile right.”

“You helped. You didn’t have to, but you did. Remember that when the next fool tryss to wear my face.”

(He turns, tail flicking through the mud.)

“Thisss is over. For now.”