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"It reflects the purity of Mirrodin-that-was."
—Koth of the Hammer

Only the Eldrazi mind thinks in the warped paths required to open the hedrons and tap the power within.

"Gods don't die. They merely slumber."
—Ayli, Kamsa cleric

"What do you have that I cannot obtain?"
—Mairsil, the Pretender

Depending on your point of view, the seal represents a proud guardian of the natural cycle or one who has sold her soul to darkness for eternal life.

The Izzet signet is redesigned often, each time becoming closer to a vanity portrait of Niv-Mizzet.

After lightning struck the cliffs, the ore became iron, the iron became steel, and the steel became greaves. The lightning never left.

"A crafter must imbue her weapon with part of her soul—something the Phyrexians are incapable of doing."
—Melira

"What is mana but possibility, an idea not yet given form?"
—Jhoira, master artificer

A symbol of power and wealth, the only commodities that matter to the Orzhov.

The form of the sigil is just as important as the sigil itself. If it's carried on a medallion, its bearer is a master. If it's tattooed on the body, its bearer is a slave.

"If that brain can't figure out the secret of the serum, then add more brains."
—Rhmir, Hand of the Augur

"The shadow travels toward the apex. I predict we will soon see the true measure of darkness."

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.

The mind is a beautiful bounty encased in an annoying bone container.

Lost to time is the artificer's art of trapping light from a distant star in a ring of purest gold.

"I have attuned the staff to your screams so that only I may benefit from your pain."
—Volux, disciple of Nin

"There is great wisdom in rushing headlong into combat . . . if you're prepared."
—Kenjek, captain of the Thousand Swords

When wielded by a true believer, it matters little whether the sword is a relic or a replica.

"Stop thinking like an artificer, Urza, and start thinking like a father!"
—Rayne, chancellor of the Tolarian Academy

It is the forest beyond the horizon, the mountain waiting to be climbed, the new land across the endless sea.

Even a fragment of a powerstone contains within it not just energy, but space—vast dimensions trapped in fragile crystal.