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seas.
Gerrard peered over the rail and watched Urza fall,
open-mouthed and panicky in his pilot's capsule. The
planeswalker's shock could not have been more profound.
He tumbled to splash magnificently just beyond the island's


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shelf. His impact sent a plume of white water five hundred
feet into the air. Limbs sank in sand and muck. The pilot
bulb glared like an angry eye as it went under.
Gerrard whooped. Standing in the traces, he shouted
over the rail, "How do you like getting shoved around,
planeswalker?"
From black churning waters, the titan engine's crown
emerged. Foam draped the proud dome, and liquid
streamed from power conduits. Urza doggedly marched
toward the shore of the island.
Gerrard shook his head. "Why did the old bastard bring
us here?" He glanced toward the island, and his breath
caught in his throat.
Weatherlight had been here before, perhaps a year ago.
This isle had once been the home of Crovax.
"Sisay, take us low over the isle."
"Aye."
When last Weatherlight was here, the woods were
overrun by Phyrexians and the plantation house was
destroyed by fire. Crovax lost his home and his family on
that day. He lost even more than that. He lost his angel
Selenia too. It had been that loss that had turned him to
evil.
Now, more than ever, Gerrard understood such loss.
Weatherlight plummeted from the skies, followed by
her fleet. She shot low over the waves. Her keel tore past
the toiling titan engine. She mounted up to soar above the
palms.
Gazing down between the tossing heads of the trees,
Gerrard saw an all-too-familiar scene.
Phyrexians filled the island. They slew men and beasts
and feasted on them. They gnawed trees and burned thorn
brakes. They piled ash into swamps and built redoubts.
They set ray cannons and mana bombards in their


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embrasures. By the end of the day, this island would be a