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Partisan spies warned that no armor would protect the body from Phyrexian infection. Neurok strategists took that as a challenge.

"It's odd to see the apes rip down trees to arm themselves in defense of their forests."
—Taaveti of Kelsinko, elvish hunter

"All my spells smell like burnt hair lately."
—Jaya Ballard, task mage

"We measure our progress in heartbeats."
—Prime Speaker Zegana

Simic symbols are among the most intricate and fragile, yet few vandalize them for fear of the strange lifeforms that might be released.

Simic biomancers don't concern themselves with guarding a gate. Their ever-present creations are enough to ward off trespassers.

Simic initiates begin their training as experimental subjects. Failures are flushed to the undersewers.

"Infused with autochthon blood for size and hellion cells for speed, the ragworm is perfect for clearing the undergardens of both rats and vagrants."
—Yolov, Simic bioengineer

For the Simic Combine, its sigil serves not as an emblem of honor but as a trademark. Its familiar image on any biological commodity attests to superb craftsmanship, ingenious innovation, and higher cost.

"We've bred out the shortcomings of the species' natural form and replaced them with assets of our own design."
—Momir Vig

"That must weigh heavily on your soul. Let me purge it for you."

As the muscle cords of the creature twitched, Hanna saw an unsettling unanimity in the others' rippling flesh. She didn't know what it meant, but she urged Sisay to keep the ship at a safe distance.

Even the balmgivers of Bant couldn't heal the incurables, but sharing their torment helped.

"You caught something on a cold night's stroll? No, I'd say something caught you."
—Mezim Magrah, civic healer