Cost

2

Strength

0

Health

0

Type

Spell

Faction

Parsa

Rarity

Rare

Set

Core

Flavor Text

If you partake of fatalistic thoughts and actions, soon you'll be no different than the Dybbuk riding you.

Lore

After leaving the legions, Sanem turned from the light. She frequently drank as much as a fifth of rum. Maybe she thought of my broken body as she broke the covenants and sought oblivion in alcohol. I was alive, but barely. My mind was functional enough but my body was broken beyond repair. The fate of many a soldier, I think.