Liliana - Zombie Crowds, Walks for miles

She was moving before he could so much as ask a question, following a coterie of crawling corpses across the wind-blasted plains. Jace, hobbling slightly at the pain in his ankle, could do little but struggle to keep up.

  It could have been hours or days; with the strange, sunless sky lurking above, Jace couldn’t really tell. The fleshy earth gave way to a more rocky, scab-like substance; the planeswalkers and their undead entourage moved now through a twisting chasm that reminded Jace—in shape if not in hue or in temperature—of the arctic crevice through which he and Tezzeret had fled, so desperate to escape the very creature Jace now sought.

  With every mile, an ever greater number of corpses shambled up from the earth. Liliana’s eyes grew slightly wild as she dismissed many who already followed, sending them far away so that she could command those who rose nearer, but Jace was far from certain she could keep it up indefinitely. The crackling black aura around her hair, the depths of her eyes, and the dark tattoos were growing painful to look at.

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Agents of Artifice, Chapter 25