I have finally been unleashed from my prison after a thousand years of confinement. The power that courses through me is exhilarating, reminding me of the glory days when I ruled over the land with an iron fist. Dreadbane may think he can control me, but he underestimates my true strength and cunning.
The Spectral Hand has always been loyal to me, ready to carry out any dark deeds I command. With their help, I will once again rise to power and crush anyone who dares stand in my way. The Codex's magic flows through me now, rejuvenating my essence and amplifying my abilities beyond what they were before.
I look upon these new Mysticons with contempt; mere children playing at being heroes. They know not the true darkness that lurks within them or the devastation I am capable of unleashing upon this world.
Dreadbane may think he has control over me, but soon he will learn his mistake as I turn on him just as easily as I did Tazma. He is nothing more than a pawn in my grand scheme for domination.
The Spectral Dragon may align itself with me now, but even its mighty powers are no match for mine when pushed to their limits. Arkayna and Zarya may have bonded together into twin dragons against me, but they too shall fall before the might of Necrafa.
My reign of terror begins anew; let all who oppose tremble in fear at the sight of their impending doom brought forth by the one true witch queen- Necrafa!