Fanfare: Put a Puppet into your hand. Give +1/+0 and Storm to all Puppets in your hand.
The depths of this sorrow are eternal. The past, the future—they matter not. All that remains is the pain of loss.
(Same as the unevolved form, excluding Fanfare.)
Kill, my puppets! The time for vengeance has come. My hopes and dreams are but naught. If I cannot have her back, at least you'll have a taste of my anguish!
/ 120 (Animated)