Lost Isle Calling

Every scry you make quietly drops a verse counter here, turning a keyword usually treated as free incremental smoothing into a savings account. Once it resolves and sits on the battlefield, the enchantment does nothing you can spend immediately: it accumulates a stored refill, waiting for six mana and a sorcery-speed window to cash out. The design tension is patience against velocity. Below seven counters, this is an honest, slow card-draw engine that scales with how many scry triggers your deck can string together. Cross the seventh, and the payoff changes categories entirely: card advantage becomes tempo advantage, an extra turn stapled onto the refill. That threshold is the real lever, the line that separates a deck scrying once or twice by accident from one deliberately firing cheap scry effects to feed the count. Because the counters never come off until you exile the whole thing, there is no partial payout and no hedging. You commit to the long game, leave the enchantment on the board while the number climbs, and pick the turn the bank breaks open.