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He is unrobed, as is proper – to obscure the Sacred Form is to forget the immutable laws of <span class="mu-i">Father</span> and despoil His blessings. Strength is life; weakness is sin - the <span class="mu-i">Intulo</span> of the Salt Sea have forgotten this most perfect law, and as such, poison the air and sea, and offend Father with their idolatry. The Abominations of the Tundra corrupt and encrouch upon Father’s world – their every despoiling breath a violation on the natural order. No matter – soon these things will be rectified. Umzukulwana has watched the stars with the great lenses, tasted the air and fire, drank the waters, consumed the earth, bided his time.
And Father stirs.
<span class="mu-s">The time of awakening is HERE!</span>
The giants will come once more – and the most ancient and secret of words rises in his reptilian mind.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">K A I J U</span></span></span>
A name of true power – it transcends the physical world and extends into the spiritual world that lies beyond all things. This word will grant him godhood.
Umzukulwana hefts the spear – tipped with the very point of Father’s tooth, excised from the deepest caverns of <span class="mu-i">Ututu</span>, it has thirstily drank the lifeblood of Umzukulwana’s brothers, nephews, sons – and once dead, he consumed their flesh himself, with greed and pleasure. Even now, the spear attempts to wrestle and twist in his grip, seeking his own heart, as he raises it into view of his scale-children below. Its discovery, long ago, sparked the search for truth, and with truth, power that has lasted generations, and here is the culmination of that work – the greatest blood ritual ever conducted – the sacrifice of Umzukulwana and his own line, in its entirety...
Umzukulwana exults, and brandishes the spear high. The signal is given - and Umzukulwana’s scale-children begin their frenzy. Millions of them begin to rip and tear at one another without hesitation - within seconds, the plaza below the temple is flooded with the oily, black blood of countless dead and dying <span class="mu-i">Ngwenya</span>. The central pit begins to fill with bile, blood and gore, and there, the bones of a giant – of a <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">KAIJU</span></span> – have been carefully suspended in place – a great beast that was once alike to an <span class="mu-i">Ngwenya</span> in body-plan.
