Г'уун

None escape the spread of corruption.

It cannot be uprooted.

Drink deep.

A classic.

The rot infects all.

Wither!

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Welcome. Accept my gift...

You struggle valiantly, though it is futile.

Error spreads like rot.

The rot grows already within you.

You are wise to serve me.

I regret that.

My withdrawal only delays the inevitable.

The outbreak begins.

The time has come to hasten.

Consider...

Many options...

How shall I approach?

My deck decays.

My cards have been consumed.

I must take up a weapon.

I must consume mana.

That servant has struck.

My attack has already come.

Its sickness will pass.

I am glutted with cards.

The field teems with my servants.

It hides from my sight.

I cannot.

It is outside my reach.

Not while the other defies me.

No.

I shall spread and consume this world.

With each year the rot spreads.

The seals are broken.

Each Winter Veil may be the last.

Power unmatched...

With each year the rot spreads.

No flame can purge my infection.

Scurvy dogs.

Celebrate decay.

New life only hastens decay.

Carry my pestilence to the world.

<VO sound>

You are not prepared for what you face here, mortal.

All your people will serve me in the end.

Your loa will not save you.