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Breaching across dimensions

Frigid grasp of domination

Reaching with chains like limbs

Towards planar assimilation

The Lord of Lies,

master of foul designs

Sabotages a covenant

with the chief of the Divines

With Mannimarco at his right hand

The Schemer Prince unfolds his plan

Corrupting the Amulet

The Soulburst is imminent

Planemeld, crush the resistance

Planemeld, enslave existence

Planemeld, his will be done

Planemeld, the two shall become one

Dark Anchors

Fall from the sky

Shackles on Bal's prize

In worship

Cultists writhe

Anticipating their lord's rise

Unnatural storms

blight the horizon

citizens flee in fear

A foothold,

the world is fractured

Coldharbour is drawing near

Planemeld, crush the resistance

Planemeld, enslave existence

Planemeld, his will be done

Planemeld, the two shall become one

Bow

I, Molag Bal, King of Strife, claim this wretched realm you call home. It is useless to resist, submit to the yoke of servitude, or be cut down. An eternity of suffering awaits you and all your kind.

A Vestige of hope

The Soulless savior

Pierces through the Cold-Flame

With Meridia's light

The dominator is humbled

The corruption is purged

His defeat is total

The planes shall not merge