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To secure a place in Phyrexia's ranks, they hunted their surviving kin.

"For every one that falls, ten shall rise. The revelation of New Phyrexia is at hand."
—Vorinclex, Voice of Hunger

"I'd rather take on a neckbiter or moonhowler any day. Oh well, looks like I'm going to end up parrying with empty air half the night."
—Saint Trogen, the Slayer

Sometimes an eruption in Shiv produces something more dangerous than a mere river of molten rock.

He fashions stirring words with as much passion as a smith fashioning a warhammer.

"I will carve my people's vengeance on the face of Phyrexia."

All the fury of the Vulshok with only a trace of their recklessness.

"Is it hopeless? When wave upon wave of our dead return as mindless flesh-eaters to claw upon Thraben's walls? We're too busy cutting them down to indulge ourselves in such philosophical foppery."
—Mikaeus, the Lunarch

Rootlike fibers travel far from Mirrodin's metallic forests, emerging from the crust to drink in the mana-infused sunlight.

The foolish try to leap through the unlit spaces. The arrogant believe the fires harmless. The wise find a different door.

Ghouls are often found skulking on the fringes of great battles, showing themselves only to snatch the wounded and weak, dragging their victims screaming into the shadows.

"Whatever did this is near. Death reversion has not yet occurred. Be alert!"

"Removing the encumbrance of useless brain tissue grants several advantages: a slight increase in mobility, a response of revulsion and horror from the enemy, and, in the case of large specimens, room for passengers."
—Zul Ashur, lich lord