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- In a two-mile radius, the dragon’s nest was surrounded by a boiling sea of lava.
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- Urza stared for some time at the distant drake’s nest, a huge encrustation of tree boughs woven together with black pitch and fired clay. He stooped, picked up a large stone, and hurled it with incredible force across the surface of the caldera. The stone skipped twelve times before melting away into nothing.
- “We are, each of us, capable of leaping stone to stone to get there.” Urza said idly.
- “Yes,” Karn replied.
- Urza nodded, his nostrils flaring. Any living creature would have been poisoned by the gasses venting in twisted columns past them.
- “I could cast a sorcery allowing us to lava-walk or to fly.”
- “Yes,” Karn said.
- Urza stooped to lift another stone, but thought better of it and squatted for some time, watching ghosts of steam promenade across the lava.
- “I could conjure my own fire drakes and send them to slay this one.”
- “Yes,” Karn said laconically. “You are Urza Planeswalker. You can do anything. You can wish us into the nest and wish Gherridarigaaz from existence. You can do anything you want. You are Urza Planeswalker.”
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- Time Streams, Chapter 13
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