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Praise the Lamb, they’re here again! Oh, Sozo will be so pleased.
Don’t want him to be, though. Hounding us for hyphae, spore-children scattered, our rooting companions abandoned.
Sh, sh! He approaches! Sozonius, greatest of sages! Patient and punisher, seeking only to conquer.. We dedicated decay to him with this, but I..
Sozo’s so happy the Lamb’s here again. Bringer of blessed blights, rotten rites, like you shrooms were once! Hehehehee.
silence.
Nothing to say, dear followers? That’s okay! Sozo never needed you TRAITORS anyway. Not when I’ve got the- the brighter leader to— give us the fungus now, yes?
Silence. On the lamb’s side now, if they aren’t a dream. We thought them dead, but the gods’ whims are stranger than ever, these dying days.
Mandibles gaping apart, gripping, gorging, bile dripping down snapping-trapping jaws, antennae quivering with bliss. We don’t hear our cousins’ cries anymore. Sozo told us we’re.. too reliant on that rot.
Hypocrite.
Shush, hush! If he sees you dissenting- oh, Heket’s maw, do you ever shut up? I don’t know. Do we? Do you want to get eaten again? Hm, hm?
Silence, except for the squelching, squishing, incessant gnawing. Hurts us, tugging on our hyphae, suppose you’d call it heartstrings, though. We’re kin to them. Distant, yes, but not entirely alienated. and oh god/S SOZO— !!
[…Now! Now, there’s nothing but real silence, ‘cept for chitin creaking as he plops to the ground. I, we.. I can only hope we will not witness another, ah, episode of his.]
[Oh, Lamb preserve us.]