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". . . 'First take Jingzhou, next the Riverlands; / On that rich region, base your own royal stand.' . . ."

It lives mainly on fruit, leaves, and the occasional nose.

". . . Cao's abdication changed the face of all; / No mighty battles marked the Southland's fall. . . ."

". . . Zhong Hui and Deng Ai next led armies west: / And to the Cao, Han's hills and streams now passed. . . ."

". . . The world's affairs rush on, an endless stream; / A sky-told fate, infinite in reach, dooms all. . . ."

" . . . Cao Pi, Cao Rui, Fang, Mao, and briefly, Huan— / The Sima took the empire in their turn. . . ."

". . . But the time of Han had run—could he [Kongming] not tell?— / That night his master star fell past the hills. . . ."

"Thrice Xuande's ardent quest led to Nanyang, / Where Sleeping Dragon unveiled Han's partition: . . ."

". . . Three kings no more—Chenliu, Guiming, Anle. / The fiefs and posts must now be filled anew. . . ."

Nothing lives within it, yet there is life.

Shades are drawn to places of power, often rooting themselves in a single area to feed.

"There will come a day so dark you will pray for death. On that day your prayers will be answered."
—Minaldra, the Vizag Atum

"Zombies don't kill. They recruit."
—Braids, dementia summoner

It doesn't need to feed, but still it hungers.

Measure its determination by the screams of its prey.

Nothing is sacred to the undead—not even their own kind.

The single-mindedness of a zombie, the cunning of an assassin.

The real advantage of being a zombie gamer? No one notices the stench.

"Removing the encumbrance of useless brain tissue grants several advantages: a slight increase in mobility, a response of revulsion and horror from the enemy, and, in the case of large specimens, room for passengers."
—Zul Ashur, lich lord

The World Spell thawed their icy graves, promising rest in soft, quiet earth at last. But Heidar called them to duty for a twisted cause.

The ripe smell of life drifted into Grixis. The dead caught the scent and with reckless hunger followed it back into Jund.

"Pick a shell upon my shore and put it to your ear. That sound isn't the sea, but the whispers of the fallen."
—Crovax