Ephraim, you stand on a disk of rock that hangs above a rolling pit of black and violet

lava. Above you, glass serves as both ceiling for you and floor for that higher level and you can see the abstract dancing of figures above.

Your Lord, Samothies, stands in front of you, robe tied around his waist.

He puts his hammer down on his work bench and calls you towards him. He has a gravity

all his own, but you could resist if you want. You could stand in place. What do you do?

Oh, I walk to him, for sure. He like nods and reaches out to embrace you. Do you go into to hug Samothies?

Oh, Afram probably like collapses into him almost.

Um he like as you collapse into him he hugs you and he pulls you close and the bolts

the or dead in steel bolts push through your back and you feel his warmth like cotterize

and seal the wounds.

He kisses you once on the forehead and then pushes you away and like holds you by your shoulders.

You have not disappointed me, Prince. You dealt with high water with the ingenuity of my name,

and that is when I knew it was time to call you to me. I do not expect it to be so soon though. I think Ephraim's still

like kind of shell-shocked and it's just like what's going on why how am I here

Also a quick reminder high water was the common spy of the church of the Dark South that that uh

Ephraim kind of like what's the name of that move again?

uh... moth to the flame right

ephraim fooled f

tricked into thinking that uh... he was dead and then promptly solved that plan by dying.

I'm not going to make a liar at anybody, okay?

No, true, clearly.

I think Sammarth season sees your doubt in your in your face there's a there's a look of

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