I can see it in your faces, you do not understand. You do not know the might of Gabaimi'kuna, you do not know the hunger of the burning one. I have walked through fire, I have stood in the flame, I know...my flesh stands in testament to my knowledge.
Gabaimi'kuna is not like the others, he is not satisfied with knowledge, nor with tribute. He does not simply grant his blessings. The knowledge of Gabaimi'kuna is carved into your flesh, into you mind, into your heart...Kanai...would you even deign to look upon me now?
It matters not. The flesh is week, this is the secret knowledge of the burning one, the flesh is weak and must be purified by the flame for true strength to grow. Hear me people of the lands, I have seen among you much weakness, much corruption, much disgrace...it grieves me. So I invite you, come and let me show you the glories of Gabaimi'kuna, as I will show them to the Nokowo, as I will show them to Kanai, as I will show them to Jan.
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