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Even the poisoned land around the Stronghold blossomed with new life in the wake of the Great Mending.

Majesty rising above the arid sweep of land, a bulwark horizon against the mundane, a divide cleaving inspiration from stagnation.

Many of Terisiare's islands are merely extensions of the root system of the Yavimaya magnigoth forests.

Those who bring nothing to the temple take nothing away.

As their roots soaked in a weak tea of bogwater and decay, the trees absorbed the essence of death into their living tissue.

"New things need room to grow. We prune time so the future can flourish."
—Antioxa, Drix elder

A verdant paradox of primal logic.

Life and death mixing together, both ends of the same cycle giving rise to something else.

A figure is moved on a map, and the tide of war changes.

Mage-students fascinated by the energies of life and death choose Witherbloom, the college of essence studies.

"They never found the body of young Josu, or that of his murderous sister."
—"The Fall of the House of Vess"

As magnigoth trees expanded across the sea into Almaaz and New Argive, it became clear Yavimaya's borders were never confined by its coastline.