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The spear drawn from the Land of Shadows,

carved from the skull of Curruid,

is freed from the Gate of Babylon

to be brandished by a worthy fighter once more.

Those with fortune poor enough

to find themselves within range

of its thousand iron barbs

will find space and time manipulated seamlessly

to place the spear's thorns within their heart

Those Spirits struck are plagued

until the Lancer himself is vanquished.

All wounds torn open by the Steel of Lesser Gods

remain cursed and festering

while the weapon can be weld.

Cause and effect,

all laws of mortal man

diminish to nothingness beneath the blade -

if the spear is released,

so shall the opponent die.

A flash of red against the curtain of night,

the spear dances without form,

its course never steering

from the hearts of those Spirits to be unmade.