Nahiri stands within the skyclave alone, her gray eyes inspecting the ruin and her hand balled itself into a fist.

“I will heal Zendikar and the roil, even if Nissa won’t.”

The kor planeswalker vowed underneath her breath. Eventually Nahiri noticed you approaching and she rested a hand upon a stone sword she created.

“Have you come to help me? Or are you against me?” Nahiri questioned and lifted her sword up, its blade pointing toward you and her eyes narrowed themselves.