They were always loud. Always many. The voices knew things. Many things. Things That he himself didn't know. He never questioned why. He never questioned where they originated from. He never asked what they were. He never questioned, until now. "Hey, why are you all obsessed with that chant? Uh, "Blood for the Blood God" or something like that." or A oneshot explaining what chat is in cannon.All Rights Reserved
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