Nahiri - Post-Mending Planeswalking

She pushed against the walls of the world, experimentally, and tried to move in that unreal direction only Planeswalkers could sense. She felt the walls of the world around her— she was still a Planeswalker, whatever had happened to her body— but as she probed them, those walls proved far firmer than she remembered. They had been a soap bubble; now they were a barrier that would take will and time to overcome. Was she so diminished?

But no. No. She pushed, the way she always had. The problem wasn't strength. The walls really were higher, thicker. The Blind Eternities were less connected to this place than they had been when she arrived. The shape of the universe had changed, while she fell. She could feel it.

She was still a Planeswalker. Whatever that meant.

With effort, she cast herself into the Blind Eternities. They tore at her, assailed her, just as they always had. Disoriented as she was, there was only one plane she could possibly have reached— the one he would expect her to run to, if he were looking. But there was no helping that. Her feet found the rocky earth of Zendikar, and for the first time since her imprisonment began, she stood on solid ground.

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STONE AND BLOOD