![]() Hundreds of feet in the air above, Jace saw large stone blocks of the tower crumbling away, or grabbed and flung. ![]() It didn't just look like his Ravnica was them, except back on Ravnica there was no palatial staircase spiraling down in the middle.Īnd back on Ravnica there was certainly no monstrous force destroying his sanctum from above. Bookcases stuffed with books everywhere the eye could see, and he gazed at them longingly. ![]() Large stone table with piles of books, maps, and ntraptions that whirred and buzzed. Closer to ground, it looked like his sanctum back on Ravnica. The staircase was brightly lit though there was no obvious light source, and it extended down far beyond his sight.Ībove was a tall and airy stone tower. ![]() He was at the top of a long, grand spiraling staircase, white marble steps lined with ornate blue trim. He tried to recall the gibberish dominating his mind just seconds ago, but it had already vanished, evanescent dew melting with the dawn. Emrakul cackles thought with cold loop metal.Ī voice cut through the chaotic ramble, a familiar voice he was hearing for the first time. Streaks fire heavy with top dark falling. The purple shadowed tower through rainy glass. Liliana was forced to her knees as she screamed in rage. There was another explosion of energy from Emrakul, a full thunderstorm that made the earlier outburst seem a brief spring rain. She stared at Emrakul, her fear receding, replaced by seething anger. These are my zombies, my Chain Veil, my head. She bowed her head, her agonies multiplying. The other Planeswalkers crumpled, all except Jace, who cast some type of spell in response. The pressure in the air thickened, inducing a headache that watered her eyes with pain. Whatever Emrakul was, the Chain Veil wanted no part of it. She was used to the Chain Veil talking nonsense about vessels and roots, but flee. Her zombies moaned in unison, "Vessel of destruction. Not her thoughts, but the Raven Man speaking directly in her head, sounding.scared. She had lived too long, overcome too much, to succumb now. She shook her head with force, seeking to clear her mind. In the shadow of Emrakul's flowering, death seemed just another of life's superficial lies, a false hope poorly beating back the true horror awaiting all who existed. Liliana Vess had spent her whole life seeking not to die, and for the first time in her long existence she wondered if she had been pursuing the wrong goal. None of those moments compared to the wrongness she felt in Emrakul's presence. When her brother Josu's eyes had opened lifelessly, jet-black orbs portending doom when she had first beheld Bolas's baleful gaze, hearing his spiteful laugh as he promised poisoned redemption when the Chain Veil's power had first coursed through her veins, splitting her skin and cracking it open like a dry husk to let the blood, her blood, seep through. She had known that sickening combination of despair and sickness only a few times in her life. Nausea roiled her stomach vertigo twisted her mind. An invisible sphere of power burst from Emrakul, rippling and hitting each Planeswalker where they stood. Its cloud burgeoned its long spindly tendrils lengthened and multiplied, from hundreds to thousands, to tens of thousands, more. There was a sudden shifting in the air, the smell and pressure of a spring day before a thunderstorm, and in that shifting Emrakul unfolded. But there was a rotten quality to this smell Liliana found troubling. Liliana was comfortable with the dead and their smell. Fecund with the smell of.it wasn't the dead. Why is it just sitting there? The air felt heavy, stale. But they needed to get out of here, away from Thraben, away from Innistrad, away from Emrakul.Īs she thought of the name, Liliana's eyes were drawn upward to the towering figure hovering outside of Thraben. Her zombies had brought a temporary respite. ![]() She wanted some time alone with Jace, to figure out what the endgame here was. Another useless mind mage, just what we needed. Jace and Tamiyo continued their silent conversation, moving closer to one another as they touched minds. She must be the moonfolk Jace had mentioned. She stopped talking in a way Liliana would have found confusing if she hadn't already spent a great deal of time with a telepath. She landed next to Jace, speaking rapidly though too quietly for Liliana to hear. She took no notice of the large ring of zombies protecting them from Emrakul's minions, though she did look up at the grand spectacle of Emrakul it was impossible not to. A moonfolk flew into the clearing, her eyes wide and breath short. ![]()
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