What was once broken can be repaired, what was lost-found. The living might never return, but the mergers never forget.
This is their strength and the poison that destroys them from within. Many fight, but none come back the same.
The vanguard leads from the front.
That’s the oath they made, the promise they kept and the call they will follow.
Mergers lead, death follows.
I suppose, if you’re ready to read this fifth volume, you know what the heck any of that means.
It is only in the end times, when the snorp is grunched, that those who foretold the grunching of the snorp shall be vindicated. For theirs is the pibble, eternal and unchanging. All waff rains down upon them, and they are mightily flebbed.