Both complement and antithesis to his older brother Urza, Mishra also mastered the intricacies of artifice. It was Mishra’s strength that first gave rise to the massive Phyrexian war engines on Dominaria, and it was his weakness that pushed him, Urza, and Dominaria itself to the point of annihilation.
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~ Description from Vanguard
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You’ve let yourself grow old, and your light is dimming. Shall we talk one last time, or must I slay you now?
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~ Mishra to Urza
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Mishra was gone — all that remained was a machine wearing his face.
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The Mishra machine had recovered from the avalanche and was now charging up the hill, its dragon head screaming. Urza looked up and saw his brother's face, half-torn from the metallic skull beneath, and wept for him.
"His brother is close to him. It could be triggered by a kind of sympathetic resonance between the two. Maybe it takes more than one person focused, some heightened emotional state—or could it be the proximity of Phyrexian technology," Kaya said.
"What else?" Kaya asked.
"Tears. Lots of tears. Urza never cried. He's so . . . human, here," she replied.
The Mishra machine had attained the hilltop now, and its serpent head loomed high above them. Mishra was grinning, the smile half-flesh and half-steel. It was the grin of a man triumphant.