Cure this sick horde with the greatest of plagues. It came to me like a proverb: Fight poison with… poison.
I intend to reclaim it now, from the spores and the ruin. You used to dream of old Earth, didn’t you? Bathed in gold and solemn blue. Conceived by me, germinated for deadly purpose. “Margulis, from your winter ashes, there has sprung a field of flowers. Not much to say about her, after buffs and nerfs, she’s in a pretty good place in Warframe now.
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