Flavortext<em>"I heard her talking in her sleep—pleading, shrieking, snarling. It was not my daughter's voice. That is not my daughter."<br>—Ekatrin, elder of Hanweir<br>//<br>The fiend tormented them by recounting the girl's memories, as if some part of her remained inside that twisted shell.</em>
OracletextAt the beginning of your upkeep, you may transform Cloistered Youth.
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<strong>Unholy Fiend</strong>
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At the beginning of your end step, you lose 1 life.