Аман'тул

Time's secrets are mine.

My own blessing.

You are summoned.

It is written in the heavens.

Past, present, all are one.

The Highfather's wrath!

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In the name of the Pantheon of Order, I greet you.

You have done well.

Even the Highfather errs.

Do not tempt the wrath of the titans.

I will not forget this service.

I am sorry for that.

You have earned this victory.

The time has come.

It is time to strike.

Hmm.

I must not delay.

Consider every possibility…

My cards run low.

All cards are lost!

Even I must wield a weapon for that.

I must gather mana.

That minion must rest.

My attack has already passed.

It is not yet prepared.

My hand is full.

There is no place for another minion.

It conceals itself even from me.

It is not the time for that.

It is beyond my reach.

No. Another with Taunt is in the way.

That cannot be done.

We fight for the fate of this world.

Time passes, and the year turns.

There is only one Highfather.

No, I am not this Greatfather Winter. I do see the resemblance.

Even I did not foresee such skill.

Time passes, and the year turns.

Today mortals celebrate the glory of the heavens.

Respect the might of the sea.

The time has come to celebrate fear.

The passage of time brings new beginnings.

Has time brought two of us together?

Even time answers to me.

This worldsoul will not be yours, Sargeras.

Remember who struck you down before, Old One.