Ритуальный Н'Зот

All are touched by it.

It is fulfilled.

They reach out for you.

Who shall forbid it?

Accept what is given.

Fall into madness!

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Take your seat before my altar.

You are worthy of my gifts.

Entropy is inescapable.

You stand alone before my gaze.

I accept your service.

Regrets accumulate.

I return to the depths.

The hour is here.

Time marches toward its end.

Look upon the truth…

Chaos, madness, death.

The Void stares back.

The end of my cards approaches.

Nothing left!

Arm me.

I hunger for mana.

That minion has served its purpose.

The time of my attack is not at hand.

It must recover from its summoning.

Too many cards.

Minions teem over the battlefield.

It hides from my gaze.

That cannot be done.

It is not yet in my reach.

No! I will strike down the insolent one.

It is not possible.

Embrace chaos!

Each year brings the end closer.

The ritual begins.

Winter's chill covers the land.

Incomprehensible!

Each year brings the end closer.

When my hour comes, the skies will never cease their burning.

Every ship finds its grave in my depths.

This day is a shadow of the true fear that approaches.

Their hatching is very close now.

A place has been prepared for you.

There will be no more bargaining.

With your service I am well pleased.

Your father's madness grows already in your heart.