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[suspenseful music]
-How do we kill him? -Let the thunder speak.
Selemene, Mene, these are only names. We do not worship names.
[gasps]
[crackling]
You never returned from Leathsham.
Did I discover it?
I don't understand.
You miscalculated.
I failed you, goddess.
Not you.
This is Foulfell.
What? Father?
Now, for all your power,
[chuckles] Yes.
The great tragedy of a star is to know all things emerge from her,
Our enemy awaits in the hell of Hells.
A son.
[grunts]
Hear me out, okay?
It was an invocation.
Killing you.
Open the Nightsilver Woods.
No. No, I'm… I'm coming with you.