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The colossodon's hard outer shell stops many predators, but with a gentle flip from a dragon, it quickly becomes a meal in a bowl.

Few Ravnicans are aware of the vast reefs in their world's hidden ocean. Far beneath the great sinkholes, where the light is blue and dim, merfolk tend the coral labyrinths that feed the benthic ecosystem.

Some fishers like to eat eels, and some eels like to eat fishers.

The merfolk know every contour of their coral homes; each reef is a garden in times of peace, and a refuge and fortress in times of war.

Consulate guards who pursue fleeing renegades into the Cowl often become lost—occasionally permanently—in the city's wildest greenbelt.

The most terrifying thing about the craw wurm is probably the horrible crashing sound it makes as it speeds through the forest. This noise is so loud it echoes through the trees and seems to come from all directions at once.

"Kobolds are harmless."
—Bearand the Bold, epitaph

The Crookshank military boasts a standing army of nearly twenty-four million, give or take twenty-two million.

"Step right up! Try your hand! It'll thrill the senses and boggle the mind!"

"whirrrr . . . beep . . . click . . . click?"

"It's gingerbread, like Mother makes. What is there to be afraid of?"

The Champion armed herself to face the cyclops, heedless of her companions' despair. "How will you defeat it with only one spear?" asked young Althemone. The Champion raised her weapon. "It has but one eye."
—The Theriad

From her sunsail tent high above the forest floor, an elf harkener can hear the footfalls of a single creature through the cacophony of Naya's jungle sounds.

A scorpion this big you won't find curled up in your boot. Maybe around your boot, but not in it.

There were those who saw the death of the gods and the city's collapse as a final test of worth. Some believed it meant the God-Pharaoh had been killed. Only a few realized they had been deceived.

"click . . . click . . . whirrrr . . . beep."

"click . . . click . . . beep . . . whirrrr . . ."

On expeditions through Ashmouth, the hunters of Devilthorn Lodge rely on the cleverness of foxes to counteract the mischief of devils.

The heart's courage is the soul's guardian.

The party of Rakdos revelers cackled and capered as the thing approached. It hissed, and they jabbed their torches at it, giggling when it recoiled. Then, one by one, the torches went out—and the screaming began.

"On our thirty-fourth day of digging, we unearthed a chamber that contained the intact remains of several species long extinct from Grixis. One in particular should make a fine siege engine . . . ."
—Last notes of Shungus Nod, fleshcrafter

Dromoka has regard for the humans who serve under her. In return for her protection, they obey with steadfast loyalty, acting as weapons for her and her scalelords against the other clans.

"As soon as it surfaced, we could all smell it. Its rancid breath reeked of half-digested carrion and its own rotting innards."
—Dafri, Auriok champion

The scouring sands of Shefet polish its carapace, and the ranks of the cursed fill its belly.

"And the unclean spirits went out, and entered the swine: and the herd ran violently . . . ."
—The Bible, Mark 5:13