The Mirari flares in his mind.

Always easily impressed, Durg was about to be blown away.

"Throw rocks at 'em! Throw spears at 'em! Throw Furt at 'em!"

"Goblins won't betray their own kind for any price. They'll do it for a very specific price."
—Phage the Untouchable

"Our death-arrows flew in high arcs towards the aven. And then . . . nothing."
—Coliseum guard

Moon Market merchants sell a bottled scent to cutpurses and other criminals. Those doused in the liquid become "griffin bait."

"What will it say on our graves, Lord Konda? Will it say we led our world to conquer immortal forces or that we were crushed by our own arrogance? At each defeat, I wonder."
—Sensei Hisoka, letter to Lord Konda

To the sorrow of all, its dark reach grasped and crushed those who guarded its silent vigil.

"Eyeblights are easy to track. Just follow the imperfections."

For a moment, Urza thought not of war and destruction, but of the freedom of the skies.

"The Rakdos know little of technology, but they definitely know how to push buttons."
—Trivaz, Izzet mage

Crovax sensed that Mirri wasn't ready for the curse taking hold of her. Weeping in his heart, he fled.

"It's a slithering, coldblooded menace. I've gotta respect that."
—Braids, dementia summoner