Oh joy, the illustrious Tesha has removed the panpipes from her mouth long enough to grace us with her incoherent jibberish. Praise be.

Just last month, there was a tank detonated within your city. A few months before that, our Lord Marshal detonated a level two tank in your city. We've disarmed two of your recent attempts at detonating your own tanks with His city. Even the Court of Shadows is having their way with you on a regular basis. Perhaps the continued retardation is having some long term effects on your recollection.

These consistent and overwhelming victories on your city are just a glimpse of what is to come. If you come to His island, we will continue to rout you off His shrines, out of His city, and send you back to the bed you spend most of your time in.

You are but a feces stain on the Sapience, Tesha. Your so-called "faith" is dwindling as the populace sees your pitiful and incessant drivel spout off while your numbers regress.

We will not stop. We are coming.

In Iniquity,

Phantom Puxi

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Mayan, in the year 761 AF.