Apocalypse (Magic the Gathering: Invasion Cycle, Book 3)
J. Robert King
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The end is near!
Phyrexian plagues and shock troops have taken their toll. The final stage of the invasion has begun, and the dark lord Yawgmoth himself plans to cross over into Dominaria to claim his prize. With time running out, the battered heroes’ last hope to save their home lies in an ancient, untested weapon, a jumble of artifacts known as the Legacy.
Bear witness to the apocalypse.
suddenly been replaced by a perfect circle of magnificent trees. Elves and apes, saprolings and giant spiders—all of them descended to battle. From among the lofty boughs strode treefolk, eager to fight. "That's where Multani has gone," Sisay said with a glad whoop. "He still fights beside us." The sound was torn away as Weatherlight outran it, vaulting skyward. 88 J. Robert King Chapter 10 The Music of the Spheres Nothing was better than music, nothing. True, the world was full of wonderful
"Yes, milord," answered a shock trooper, "but fungi eat the dead." Crovax assessed the situation. Hundreds of undead troops were not emerging from beneath the gushing creatures. They were dissolving. In moments, these vile bags of nothing would defeat his entire army. "How about dried phlegm?" Crovax hissed. He tilted his head back and drew into himself the power of the swamplands. It poured like black smoke from his nostrils and eyes and ears. It whirled in twin cyclones across his shoulders and
With his other hand, he sent a lightning charge up into the belly of a Phyrexian cruiser. The volley eviscerated the ship. It was the last shot any of them would send skyward. In seconds, Weatherlight had pulled out of reach of her aerial foes and plunged into reach of the volcano. An igneous crater spread wide below, and at its center plunged a black shaft. That was where Weatherlight headed. "We already destroyed the guns at the edge of the caldera," Sisay shouted as Weatherlight dived, "but
there? Vampire hounds carpeted the floor with boneless pelts. Who could have crushed them so? Black walls oozed blacker goo that Ertai had sprayed everywhere. Who had he been trying to slay with all that ink? Just now, the four-armed sorcerer hovered near the door and cast glances down the hall. He seemed almost impatient for Crovax's arrival. Even before the evincar was fully formed, Ertai spoke to him, "Master, I will destroy the immortal goblin," he hitched a pair of thumbs down the corridor,
all-encompassing, all-destroying stuff. Soon, molten rock would consume the great structure and everything within the mountain. Soon, it would destroy Weatherlight and her crew. Orim drew her head back from the rail, and she felt the eyes of her assistant on her. She sensed the watchful attention of all her hopeless crew. Her words in the next moment would have to quell their fears, or risk outright mutiny. But what could she say? They were right. It was hopeless. She cleared her throat to speak.