"Sha'torr… Vash-ka! Kroot'han, Va'Torak!"
(Blood rises... The tide calls! Flesh sings, and we answer!)
"We are Maw! We are Wake! We are the Teeth of the Tide!"
"What swims in the black?"
"The Great Fin!"
"What does it hunger for?"
"Balance. Cleansing. The Greater Good!"
"What are *we*?"
"Flesh-stripped priests! Bone-fed tides! SHARK-EYED HUNTERS!"
(Drums pound, claws tap metal, every Ryautjan slams their blade to their chest plate in rhythm.)
(One Finbound howls. A Voxcaster crackles. Silence falls...)
"Tide comes."
"TEETH FOLLOW!"