“I looked for you on the collab,” Mori said to them.

“We were not there,” Ser Ina answered.

“Woe to Omega if we had been,” said Ser Kiara.

“When the holostars debuted, Ser Bae slew your unicorns with a golden yab, and I wondered where you were.”

“Far away,” Ser Ina said, “or Yagoo would yet have his dream, and Ollie would burn in seven hells.”

“I came down on Minecraft for the server merge,” Mori told them, and Ame and Kronii dipped their banners, and all their simps bent the knee to pledge us fealty. I was certain you would be among them.”

“Our knees do not bend easily,” said Ser Gawr Gura.

“Ser Irys is fled to Hololive JP, with Fauna and Mumei. I thought you might have sailed with her.”

“Ser Irys is a good vsinger and true,” said Ser Ina.

“But not of the Idol-vtubers,” Ser Kiara pointed out. “The Idol-vtubers does not flee.”

“Then or now,” said Ser Gura. She donned her hood.

“We swore a vow,” explained old Ser Ina.

Mori’s deadbeats moved up beside her, with yabs in hand. They were seven against three.

“And now it begins,” said Ser Gawr Gura, the trident of Atlantis. She unsheathed big fork and held it with both hands. The fork was blue as sapphire, alive with light.

“No,” Mori said with sadness in her voice. “Now it ends.”