Сумеречная сектантка Вайтмейн

What accursed artifact is this?

Arise, my champion!

All have been found wanting.

Pure souls will be reborn.

Let the Light reward the virtuous!

Burn, infidel!

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For Twilight's Hammer!

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You are welcome to join our ascension.

You've shown courage in the face of the end.

A mistake.

You'll burn in Deathwing's flames.

I thank you.

I must apologize.

Victory is yours.

The world is on the cusp of transformation.

Time grows short.

Something must be done.

I wonder…

An impure strategy will fail.

My cards run low.

I have no more cards!

I am unarmed.

I don't have the mana that requires.

That crusader already made its move.

I must wait before I strike again.

Give that one more time.

My hand can hold no more.

The front lines are full.

That one hides from the Light.

I can't make that play.

I can't target that.

Another minion challenges me.

It's impossible.

The Hammer of Twilight will remake this world.

Bear witness to the Light of a New Year!

The prophecies have been fulfilled.

I wish you a grand Winter Veil.

What a triumph!

Bear witness to the Light of a New Year!

Let the festival flames burn away the slothful!

There is no place for piracy in the charter of the Crusade.

Beware the dead that rise this Hallow's End!

I have no time for these foolish festivities.

Or else face destruction.

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Your time has come, murderer. Face me!

You left us to die, Proudmoore. Now it's your turn.

I will reduce you to cinders, Dreadlord.

You squander the blessings of the Light!