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The lackluster swirls of The Monarch blazing with rage, hatred personified, and vengeance ordered with fury. A formal statement is made in front of the entirety of The Deep, from the tallest summits to the southern trenches does his words reach.
Quote:Sixteen years ago, I stood where I am now, watching my loved ones perish, deceived by those I had considered allies. No longer...No phony prophecy, no self-proclaimed prophet!And today is the final day; I am The Deep One, the genuine prophecy.The Marendille!Those who follow in the path of the false prophet K'thul and the self-proclaimed Emissary Ia'Torr will perish as an homage to The Mori.They've grown envious of his most devoted followers, as well as the disloyal scum who have desired and tried to steal what is rightfully mine...My hand will stretch across the regions, revenge will be exacted, and those who seek the true Mori will be rewarded. The Deep Hold is ready for you.A plunge so deep into the water that no light can reach him; the twilight zone... His haven.