Nissa - Vine bandages

Jace is right. Trying to burn Emrakul is throwing a torch into the ocean. It will not work. Even if all the leylines were available. She is too...vast. Nissa's voice sounded odd, distant. She was weaving vines, shoots, and leaves into poultices to wrap around Liliana's wounds, keeping her alive. Emrakul was there, at my awakening. At the moment of my spark. Perhaps it is fitting she be there at the end.

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THE PROMISED END