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Naya's celebrants stoke the gargantuans into a rage, loosing a tide of muscle with the precision of an arrow.

Revealing the truth only deepened Tezzeret's curiosity for the secrets still buried.

Viashino hunt in gangs called thrashes. Not all thrashes hunt the freshest game.

"Forget. Only then will there be space for hope between the pain and fear."

Natives of Naya know better than to loiter near the mouth of a cave. Two glowing red eyes and the stench of foul breath are all the warning you're likely to get.

Be worthy of a single blessing, and many more will follow.

A permanent storm rages over the plain of Cloudheath, and drakes ride its currents—two reminders that some elements of Esper will not be controlled.

Etherium does not know sleep. Only magic can teach it the resting state of cold steel.

In ages past, Esper couriers bore messages written on ornate scrolls. The medium has grown more sophisticated, but the principle remains the same.

The Sun-Dappled Court of Valeron stands secure behind a wall of steel-tipped arrows.

"Give me your memories, and you will have release from the suffering they bring you."

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.

Their shots are fired most often as signals—or at those who didn't get the message.

Some Serul Cove rogues traffic in stolen sigils, which fetch a high price from those who would rather pay for honor than earn it.

"May these deaths be the first of many."

The penultimate step of the ritual involves bathing in a delicious glaze.

"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

Although the Anima herself remains at the Sacellum, her druids roam Naya, collecting mana bonds with every location in the world.

She can heal the flesh, or exploit its many weaknesses.

"Speculation is foolish when the tools of certainty are available."
—Cinna, vedalken consul

The artistry of Etlan's firedancers is more spectacular when behemoths join in.

"We of the Sanctum Arcanum have pondered every word on every page of the Filigree Texts. If you can't say the same, don't bother speaking."

"It's free to do whatever it wants. I've merely told it what that is."
—Xorin, Architect of Will