Fanfare: Put a Draconic Fervor into your hand.
The only shadows cast upon these peaceful towns are the wings of the silverdrake—by now a familiar sight to all inhabitants. And yet, none can say why he patrols the skies.
Evolve: Subtract 4 from the cost of a random Draconic Fervor in your hand.
"Mighty dragon!" the hero cried out as demons swarmed the city. "Should I fall, protect the people in my stead!" With a brilliant flash and a thundering roar, an oath was sworn that would be honored long after the hero had been forgotten.
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