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Lift your spear as you might lift your glass, and toast your enemy.

"Before I fall, I will taste the blood of Sarulf himself!"

As oil seeped from Ikoria's crystals, strange metallic mutations emerged in monsters all across the plane.

"There is no tactic I enjoy more than ambushing the ambushers."

Feed it steel. Feed it gold. Feed it bone. In the belly of the furnace, the flames know no difference.

With sandy beaches in short supply, Duskmourn's crabs have adapted to burrow into everything from carpet to flesh.

Shhh . . .

"What wears down my people most, I think, is not the danger, but the endless screeching outside our camp."
—Merrik Aidar, Benalish patrol

Words to bless the eye that reads them, telling of a future beyond the reach of fear.

Words no eyes should see, telling of things no sane mind could fathom.

The only sound was the gentle clicking of the faeries' wings. Then those intruders who were still standing turned and fled. One thing was certain: they didn't think the Scryb were very funny anymore.

"Survival rule 781: There are always more scute bugs."
—Zurdi, goblin shortcutter

The Scuzzback gang scavenges rusty armor covered in barbed protrusions. No threat is more effective than the threat of infection.

Eldrazi are not the leopard's preferred prey, but they are better than no prey at all.

Instead of adapting to its environment, it adapts its environment to itself.

An efficient route from a smuggler's ship to a patriar's manor.

The Sea Gate Expeditionary House was founded after the discovery of the Skyclave over Tazeem. Now its banners fly over every corner of Zendikar.

Once a center for knowledge, Sea Gate now serves as a reminder of what was lost.

"We carry on the legacy of those who defended our world by continuing to unearth its secrets."
—Tazri

"When the waves pick up, either you find your feet or you lose your lunch."

Skybridges from across Kylem converge at the grand stadium of Valor's Reach.