"Welcome to the Macrocosm."
The Mother of the Marsh performed an ancient royal ceremony for the Twisted Shadow that descended upon Lake Heart Island.
The Twisted Shadow would henceforth occupy a niche in this dark deep sea. There may still be endless high-ranking Predators roaming, but no longer like a swarm of mayflies or shrimps passively waiting for extinction.
"What I see and hear is vastly different..."
Its true form no longer shatters and reforms, but like the Mother of the Marsh, congeals into reality, with a cloak woven from the deep sea covering its silhouette.
The brand new Twisted Shadow gazed at the new world, where everything seemed to breathe with life.
"However, for some reason... I feel a sense of aversion towards you, Roland."
"I have told you before." The Mother of the Marsh replied gently, "The exclusivity of the Church..."
