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Bijgewerkt door Foxo85 12 jaren geleden
The beginning of dawn. Out of the void a weak Delver of Secrets arose. It planted its body onto the battlefield, waiting to transform into a pesky warrior. Needed of some aide, Stoneforge Mystic provided the tools it needed. The adversary looked in awe as this once puny delver fortified for the attack. Wanting to react, the attempts made by the adversary did nothing much, but to burn the resources it required so much. It even seemed the delver saw every move ahead of time. Finally, a plan was forged to stop the delver in its path. The defense was built, though to be shattered again by Jace, the Mind Sculptor, who broke down all the hard work that was put into this. Then, a creature bravely attacked the delvers camp, to be send back by an Azorius Charm just as easily. While the delver grew stronger and stronger, Geist of Saint Traft waited for the right moment to aide, summoning angels while it attacked. The adversary took care of this threat, as it tried to destroy everything in its path. A cleansing Supreme Verdict cleared the table and created a serene place for yet another wave of the same pesky delver. This time the delver had enough of it and it brought some heavy swords with it. It chose whichever was best for the situation and dealt with this little resistance once more. Crushed like an insect, which was a bit strange, being an insect itself.
It got back into hibernation, ready to strike again when needed.