HORROR EVENT: Mending rites | Subtype(s): Common | Set: Core | Scenario: Horror in the Ice
Abilities
(>) Monsters don't lose health ((1))
Lore
'Cross the skies He streamed as a river, Time-old Lord, the planets shiver.
Digging deeper, quaking thunder, Ancient sleeper torn asunder.
Bones shattered, gripped with torment, His flesh faltered, His will bent.
But I am here, to soothe and nourish, Give your minds, that He might flourish.
So we sing, all ailments are mending, Fathomless Bliss we are now sending.
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