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Prompt: Together, they continued their work, the tempest's power flowing through Leona's staff to cleanse the land, while Elspeth's wisdom and valor inspired the beings they had freed. Word of their victory spread, and soon, others from across Dominaria sought their aid, drawn by the tale of the fierce Leonin who had tamed the Phyrexian scourge.
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