The Horror of Doom Lake

Destroy target nonblack creature.
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She lurks in the depths. Waiting. Waiting.
Feeling. She feels it and it is her. It is part of
her, that is not her. She moves through her
domain and is one with all but the feeling. She
is teeth, and she is power. She moves towards
the feeling. The feeling is food.