The first casualty when war comes is truth, and you are the proof of that, Ophidian. Osiris deceived you when he ordered you to eliminate me. He led you
blindly down a year-long march to become a warrior in his war against Sekhmet. Youíve lied to The Batiri. You make them believe you wield power, when in
reality, youíre a coward who hides behind a wall of shame. Iíve been watching you from the shadows. I see you quiver within your scales at the mention of
my name. You have become so paranoid that you attack anything and anyone that vaguely resembles me. The man you refer to as the
"Overlord." In his arms, you hope to avoid punishment for your actions. Thatís the biggest lie of them all. Delirious cannot save you. The Batiri cannot save you.
Most importantly, Ophidian, you cannot save you. I am coming for you.
My hatred for you and my desire for vengeance consume me, but they do not overpower me. Did you think Iíd fall victim to hypnosis? Would I allow
you to poison me again? Do you really think Iím not aware of the demons you march with? I looked you in the face and punched it. I looked your men in
the face and took the fight right to them. Unlike you, I faced the battle like a warrior. I didnít hide behind a crutch.
You speak a lot about death. More so, how I should embrace and accept it. I did. I marched the Sand Seas for what felt like a lifetime. I didnít know it was
possible to be given a second chance at life. Yet here I am, with a second chance as the ďMadjai of the Deities.Ē You see, Iím a hustler for death. There is
no heaven for me. Iíve accepted that this is my destiny. I embrace it. Itís you who are trying to rewrite your destiny. This hustler is coming for your head.
Iíve got a special sarcophagus with your face on it. You cannot outrun death nor can you cheat it. So, rest up and heal your wounds, Ophidian. Choose the time
and the place of your demise - just name it - and I will be there. And I will bury you where you stand.