Masks 2

Siren's confused. The celebration should have started by now. She listens for their thoughts, doing her best to project good feelings back. "We're fighting for us! Obviously," she says, momentarily forgetting to keep the fish puns up. Still a rookie. Can't even stick to a shtick. "No more corps - carps! And thanks to the Voice we're strong enough to finally get rid of them for good!" Gotta show them HOW GREAT FISH REALLY ARE!

That's right! The Voice! "Oh my glubbin' gosh, I never eelven introduced you guys!!!" Siren gestured excitedly around her at... nothing? The whole city? Who knows. "Praysenting, the Fishous Fighter, the Fintastic Friend, the one and only Doom of Rainwalk - which was, like, a pretty cod-danged mean name for us to give - The Voice of the Deep!"

At that, the whole city shakes!  The floor tilts and a cloud of silt fills the water, making it hard to see. For just a moment the reef-garden-disaster flickers, instead showing bare walls covered in writhing black tentacles, as the psionic song increases to an out-of-key roar. 

Then it's all gone, and the rumbling under the city ceases. Siren beams! "Ask Coyote about it. They met one time!"