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He awaits you there.

In the depths none are lost.

They are devoured.

All will serve us.

The servants multiply.

Take the gift!

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Your coming was foretold in the rings.

Your struggles prove you worthy of this gift.

Unworthy!

Your light already sputters out.

I thank you for this service.

Such regrets.

The hour is not yet here.

Come, savor your fear as we feast together on it!

The hour draws close…

Consider the possibilities.

There are so many paths.

What shall I do?

My deck is diminished.

No cards? No cards!

I must have a weapon.

Mana! I hunger for mana!

It has made its attack.

I have already struck.

Patience. It prepares itself.

There are too many cards.

The field teems with minions.

It thinks to hide from my sight.

I cannot.

It is beyond my reach.

No, not while another taunts me.

That will not work.

Dream with me and learn to hear the whispers.

Each year draws the twilight closer.

So familiar a presence… Interesting.

The winter grows colder, colder. Are you sure the spring will return?

What power!

Each year draws the twilight closer.

The flames touch the vault of the heavens.

The seas are for N'Zoth alone to plunder.

You do not yet know true fear.

Seek out the eggs, but fear what hatches from them.

The long circle is nearly complete.

A servant of the Deep One.

Little fool, you should not have come here.

Hail his coming!