“The Eagles are coming! The Eagles are coming!” From the Misty Mountains they descend — a storm of wings blotting out the sun. This is a deck built for that moment: the desperate turn of the tide, when all seems lost and salvation arrives on feathered wings. Rally your flock with swift, cunning fliers — Warden of Evos Isle, Loyal Drake, Bilbo slipping through the shadows unseen. Let the winds favor you (Favorable Winds, Tempest Djinn) as your skies darken with allies. Then, when the moment is right, the sky itself answers: The Lord of the Eagles descends, flash-summoned for a fraction of his true cost, an 8/8 titan arriving exactly when your enemies think the battle is won. Arm him for war. Andúril, reforged and gleaming. The Sword of Feast and Famine, drinking the strength of your foes. Bind him in Eldrazi steel until he blots out the sky entirely. Let Meneldor carry your fallen back into the fight, wings never tiring. Your enemies dug in, fortified, certain of victory — until the horizon fills with wings. Hold the skies. Answer the horns. Let the Eagles decide the battle.