Дремлющий Сюэнь

Power is a weapon.

The Celestials protect you.

I am always aligned.

Feel my might!

<growl>

I know my strength.

Quiet!

<death exertion>

Greetings to you.

Your skill commends you.

A curious outcome...

Rest restores power. And I am very well rested.

You have my appreciation.

I am sorry.

This trial must end.

What dreams may come?

Time is running out!

What is the best way?

Interesting…

Hm...

I am low on cards.

Out of cards!

I need a weapon.

I lack the mana.

It cannot attack yet.

I must wait to attack.

Give it time to prepare.

My hand is full.

There is no room.

It hides from me.

I cannot do that.

I cannot target that.

A different one is taunting me.

Impossible.

Even in stillness, there can be visions of glory.

Happy New Year!

Ones of victory and splendor!

Accept my blessings during this festive time.

An inspiring sight!

Happy New Year!

Such radiant power!

The Fire Festival will be a fine test of your might.

Have ye ever sailed with a tiger on yer boat, matey?

This is not a Hallow's Eve costume! It is my true form.

I wish you a wondrous Noblegarden.

<_yawn_> Ah, yes.