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The Coalition's march continues across the planes.  By now, Mirrodin is firmly under control of the troops from Dominaria.  The local Mirrans given freedom and weapons to join in the fight to drive off the final few Phyrexian holdouts.  Only the Radix and the Seat of the Synod remain as realms of compleation - while the Radix has been under Phyrexian control for much of the war, the Seat has been hotly contested.  The once huge Vedalken structure of knowledge and learning, reduced to little more than rubble.

A story much the same holds upon Dominaria itself.  A couple of holdouts from the previous occupation persist.  But cut off, but deaths are mounting, without reinforcement from their home plane, it is unlikely that the Phyrexian forces will be able to maintain...

One of the final Coalition bases to fall in the last war, Sheila and her brood had been compleated by Phyrexia.  Yet, this land had changed hands once more.  Under the guiding hand of Myril, the forests were retaken for the Coalition, and signs of its past holders destroyed.

(Tale by Myril)

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Damia growled slightly, peering up at the massive, rotting husk of Sheila's lair... conflicted.  As a being of both death and rebirth, a part of her rejoiced at the conversion between her two identities, as the once-verdulant tree sat converged into a epitaph of finality, a massive structure celibrating the finality of death.

Still, the sight of so much life corrupted made her stomach turn... the metal plates upon Sheila's husk and the tainted scent of iron...