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For hundreds of years Ugin slept, encased in the cocoon of stone and magic Sarkhan had created using a shard of a Zendikari hedron. As Ugin lay dormant, his spectral guardians kept vigil.

Martyred for worshipping her ancestors, she now walks among them.

"I would gladly give my life if it would inspire my clan to victory."

The aven are admired, for they are able to fly with the dragons.

"There is elegance in all the Ojutai do—even their killing."
—Kirada, Silumgar enforcer

"The blood of Dromoka and the blood of my veins are the same."

"Dromoka has taught me the secrets of her kind, that I might use them in her service."

Even the humblest guard of Ojutai's strongholds ponders the puzzles of the Great Teacher's lessons.

"We fight not out of fear, but for honor."

"The dragonlords rule the tempests of the skies. Here in the wastes, the storms are mine to command."

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.

Even after Anafenza was executed, many secretly maintained their beliefs in the old ways.

"My dragonlord is immortal. Most dragons are not."
—Kadri, Dromoka warrior

When Sarkhan saved Ugin in Tarkir's past, it changed Tarkir's future. The Sultai no longer exist, having been supplanted by the dragonlord Silumgar and his clan.

"Can you catch a snowflake on the edge of your blade? Her sword has snagged an entire blizzard."
—Zogye, Ojutai mystic

The trumpeters of Arashin are ever alert in their watch over the Great Aerie.

"The greatest gift Dromoka gives is the ability to fly without wings."
—Urdnan, Dromoka warrior

It heralded Sarkhan's return to Tarkir's present.