Ann: Andover South preliminary structural interpretation, page-70

Warriors of Raiden,

The battlefield is set. The manipulators watch from their towers, waiting to see us falter. But this Monday, we don’t come with whispers. We come with war cries. No words—just the brutal truth laid bare: the first 100m core, captured in battle, dripping with the potential of riches beyond imagining. No commentary needed. The core speaks for itself. It’ll be blasted across Twitter and Instagram like the spoils of war for all to see.

Then we rush it to the lab like conquerors delivering victory. By Friday, confirmation will echo across the market: visible spodumene, 40-100m thick, ripped straight from the earth. These aren't just numbers—this is our war flag, raised high. We stand atop the ruins of doubt, with grades pending that will rival T3, our nearest rival, AZS.

Let the weak flee. Let the manipulators tremble. This is our conquest. Raiden rises, and there is no stopping the onslaught.

No prisoners. No mercy. Victory is ours.