Not one, but all. Declared by The Grave-Lord Woe. They would all fall, one by one. Referred to those of Aen, those that would oppose The Deep, oppose Woe. A fools errand if not known by now, to seek out such a threat. Lastly to act with such confidence in the face of adversity. The voice of the Undead would rumble along with the earth, skeletal beings following in his wake naturally spreading word of victory. Command given as battle would commence with the one known as The Minuteman. One that could not be missed, a force of nature that had been a plague to those of The Deep for long enough. A end to this would be brought.

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"I'd warned you enough- heroism over caution will lead to your inevitable defeat. Though it would have arisen sooner than later, you pushed the issue- you want death now...and you shall have it. In the name of the cosmos, shall this defeat forever be with you- a pursuit that will not cease, until your head is placed on that of a spike. Vengeance will be had for Ra'thul, this is but a small taste- of what is to come.

You will know fear, in the end."