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The elite members began chanting in a language long forgotten by humankind, invoking Saturn’s blessing, their reptilian tongues flickering as the cube grew brighter. Mark smiled, baring sharp teeth, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction.
“The humans think they are at the center of the universe,” Mark said, almost mockingly. “But Earth is just one farm among many. They are cattle, bred and nurtured for their energy, their very essence feeding our empire.”
He stepped back, addressing the gathered reptilian elites. “Now, with the final revelation nearing, the truth will be laid bare. They will soon see that their rulers were never human. And when they do… it will be too late.”
The room erupted in dark laughter, echoing through dimensions. The truth had always been hidden, but now, the final pieces were falling into place. Earth, Saturn, the universe—it all belonged to the reptilians, and humanity’s energy would sustain them for eons to come.
Mark turned back to the black cube, his eyes flickering with ancient knowledge. The Saturnus Cultus had begun, and nothing could stop it now.
