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- Elspeth Tirel is too busy to do more than glance toward the portal: there are thousands of Phyrexians charging the platform before her. Fighting takes most of her attention. Even so, when her gaze skims toward the surface, there's a small smile on her lips. Giada. I'm happy to see you, too.
- She's already learned to speak the proper way, hasn't she? It warms Giada's spirit to see Elspeth shining so brightly. You've done so well.
- Thank you, Elspeth answers. She drives her sword through a winged blade-serpent, splitting it down the center. But there's still work to be done.
- That's just what I wanted to tell you. Some of us are coming to help.
- The serpent falls to the ground, but Elspeth remains in flight. A copper vine wraps around her sword arm. She severs it with a weighty chop. Whatever aid you can send, I'll accept gladly.
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- MARCH OF THE MACHINE | EPISODE 9: THE OLD SINS OF NEW PHYREXIA
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