Dreadhorde - Spark Harves

One of the creatures, a tall warrior with an impressive helm, grabbed Rade, apparently by digging his fingers deep into Domri’s chest. Rade screamed loud enough to require no Loxodon Horn to hear. And it only got worse from there. Dack watched in horror as the helmed warrior reached not simply into Domri’s chest but into his very soul, harvesting a bright core of mana that Dack somehow knew was Rade’s Spark, the part of him that made him a Planeswalker. The part of him that made him Domri Rade. Domri begged for mercy in a whisper that echoed in the thief’s ears.

There would be no mercy. Domri was rapidly drained, of Spark, of soul, of life, even of moisture. His Spark gone, what remained was a dead husk of what had once been Domri Rade. The helmed warrior released the husk. It fell to the ground with a sickening thud.

The Eternal drew Domri’s Spark inside its lazotep frame. But such a nexus of pure magical energy was too much for the undead thing. Immediately the warrior incinerated from within. And Rade’s Spark flew skyward toward…the dragon.

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War of the Spark, Chapter 27