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In the rain-slicked swamps of the Amphiwood, where the mangroves grew teeth and the mist remembered, there was no god above the peat line. Until there was.

Mewra sat down. She began to groom her shoulder. Then, without hurry, she coughed up a hairball. cat god amphibia

It landed in the Gullet with a wet thump . And Sszeth—old, enormous, made of rot and resentment—choked. The hairball expanded in the acid dark, a tangled mess of fur, mud, and what looked like a single, iridescent scale from a fish that had never existed. The Gullet convulsed. The ground shuddered. And then, with a sound like a thousand glass frogs shattering at once, Sszeth sneezed. In the rain-slicked swamps of the Amphiwood, where

She walked to the edge of the Gullet, tail high, and stared into the dark. The black bubbles popped. A whisper slithered out: “Flesh? Fear? Or something… softer?” She began to groom her shoulder