DDT; Dope, Dick and Tattoos

Previously

…The Serpent’s Coil was gone, its tendrils severed from Fulton. But the world was a larger, more complex place than they had ever imagined. The whispers of magic, once a forbidden secret, were now a tangible reality, a tool they wielded with growing caution and responsibility. They had navigated the treacherous currents of vice and violence, and emerged not unscathed, but undeniably changed. The dawn that broke over Fulton that morning was not the same dawn they had known before. It was a new beginning, a reshaped dawn, illuminated by the uncertain but hopeful glow of a future they were now determined to build, not as lords of darkness, but as guardians of the light.