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"Coward," Stralchus says as the Crowned Serpent looms over him. "Don't you understand, Mexihcatl? We need to get out of this world, because this world is what happens if the False Icon crashes into the world of the past! That's what I'm trying to stop."

"Tell him the rest," the Crowned Serpent says, and his voice seems to come from the fog all around you. "Tell him that you plan to unmake the past."

The Crowned Serpent looks at you, and though his eyes are empty, something is watching you. "The Ziggurat, the River People, the ophidians, everything my Icon has made, gone as if it had never been. That is the mystic's plan. A return to the small world you come from."

"The False Icon imprisoned, his false creation banished, the true Icons back on their thrones–" Stralchus shouts.

"He has imprisoned them, too," the Crowned Serpent tells you. "They toil for him, his private army of god-slaves."