Nahiri - Planeswalks to safety

The ground lurched. Nahiri's hair began to stand on end. The setting sun silhouetted the monster before them—no, more than the sun. Light, a terrible light, like nothing any world should ever see. A chasm opened, splitting Nahiri's wall, glowing with the same otherworldly light. Nahiri willed it shut, but nothing happened.

It wasn't a crack in the ground. It was a crack in the world. The plane was coming apart.

***

"Nahiri!" said Sorin. "It's over!"

Beside her, Sorin flashed away into nothingness. She grabbed for Lian's arm, but the girl was gone, snatched away by shadows in the light. The sword she had carried was still there, floating in the blinding air.

Silently cursing herself, Nahiri grabbed the sword and left the world behind.


Zendikar. Home.

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THE LITHOMANCER