Soul of the lost, withdrawn from its vessel.
Let strength be granted, so the world might be mended,
so the world might be mended.

Bearer of the curse, seek souls, larger, more powerful souls. seek the king, that is the only way.
Lest this land swallow you whole.. as It has so many others

Beasts all over the shop, you'll be one of them.. sooner or later

Fear not, the dark, my friend. And let the feast begin.

No more Witcher... No more Souls...

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Rest in peace Evan.