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Where dragons once roared, their bones now keen.

Dark is light and day is night When the winter moon shines.

Students from other colleges are invited to visit Witherbloom's medical facilities. Not many do.

Mage-students fascinated by the energies of life and death choose Witherbloom, the college of essence studies.

The legacy of Feroz lives on.

The elves of Wilt-Leaf Wood continually expand the palisade surrounding the sanctuary. They hope to one day enclose the entire forest within its walls.

Where dragons' breath once burned, their bones now freeze.

The power of long-forgotten empires still pulses in the earth of Dominaria, giving rise to strange, mana-rich pockets of growth.

"They never found the body of young Josu, or that of his murderous sister."
—"The Fall of the House of Vess"

"Is this the grave of a god? A tunnel carved by the Cosmos Serpent? It matters not. It is no place for us."
—Iskene, Kannah storyteller

Waterways carve their routes through the land to reflect the paths the aether streams cut through the clouds.

Maestros agents can lie low in high style at the opulent Shadow Hostel.

A Phyrexian "sleeper agent," Xantcha has developed an inviolate sense of self. This aberration earned her a death sentence, but she was rescued by Urza and joined his crusade. Her Phyrexian credo of "Waste not, want not" has helped Urza more than even he comprehends.

As magnigoth trees expanded across the sea into Almaaz and New Argive, it became clear Yavimaya's borders were never confined by its coastline.

For all its traps and defenses, Yavimaya has its havens, too.

"Multani's heart is a seed, and all of Yavimaya is its flower. There is as much life here as in the rest of Dominaria together."
—Karn

"I can't abide laziness. Arise, forces of nature, and serve your master!"