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When the clever counterfeit was accepted by the hive, Volrath's influence upon the slivers grew even stronger.

"Everything around here has cut a deal with gravity."
—Gerrard of the Weatherlight

"One would think I would be accustomed to unexpected returns."
—Hanna, Weatherlight navigator

The Arturan conjurers took the strange, alien fossil and patterned their own twisted creations in its image.

Gerrard looked all around for the source of the mysterious pulse, and at that moment the slivers boiled forth from the crevasses.

"The land is weary. Even Skyshroud is depleted. We must find another source of mana—one that is growing despite our withering world."
—Freyalise

The air was filled with the cracks and snaps of flesh hardening as the new sliver joined the battle.

The directors of the Riptide Project wanted instant results on the sliver experiments. They got their wish.

Bred as living shields, these slivers have proven unruly—they know they cannot be caught.

Mogglings have been known to play ball with hibernating slivers, completely unaware of their true nature.

The first sliver burst against the cave wall, and others piled in behind to deepen the new tunnel.

"Slivers are evil and slivers are sly; And if you get eaten, then no one will cry."
—Mogg children's rhyme

"We are kinfolk," explained Karn to the sliver queen. "Just as you need your progeny to complete you, so do I need the pieces of the Legacy to make me whole."

Hanna: "We must learn how they protect each other."
Mirri: "After they're done trying to kill us, all right?"

"Sure, I've seen agents of the Cabal here and there. Well, not here, and certainly not in any of the sliver labs. Oh dear, I've said too much."
—Apprentice researcher

Spans of spines leapt from one sliver to the next, forming a deadly hedge around the Weatherlight.

Though Volrath is long dead, the slivers have become everything he wanted them to be: mindless instruments of destruction and despair.

"When a sliver of this breed enters the hive, the others claw each other in frenzied fits, thereby ensuring their rapid growth."
—Rukarumel, field journal

Within weeks, more slivers nested in Otaria than ever existed on Rath.

"The colossal thing rumbled over the ridge, tree husks crumbling before it. The ones we were already fighting howled as it came, their muscles suddenly surging, and we knew it was time to flee."
—Llanach, Skyshroud ranger

The end of evolution.

"A rift opened, and our arrows were abruptly stilled. To move was to push the world. But the sliver's claw still twitched, red wounds appeared in Thed's chest, and ribbons of blood hung in the air."
—Adom Capashen, Benalish hero