Death glitters from beyond a veil, taunting as each night wanes. That shimmering hope in the sun as a soul rises, yearning for another day with blessed breath, so heartlessly taken by a fate of three. Threap and chide the fallen one, for no longer shall they stir. Hark and abide the greater one, for evermore shall they reign. Opposition falters, aversion wails, and creation splinters, each soul a mere string.

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Revision 17 See all

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+1 Boggart Trawler  Flip main
+1 Fell the Profane  Flip main
+1 Liquimetal Torque main
+1 Razorgrass Ambush  Flip main
+1 Witch Enchanter  Flip main