Realmbreaker's massive, barb-tipped limbs burst forth, anchoring themselves wherever they please. It is from these portals that she now watches the invasions. Phyrexian symbols blaze among the clouds. No matter how their skies started-warm violet, slate gray, or coal black-they now pulse with red light. Five irises open on five alternate planes. Metal clicks and slides and rearranges around them. Even when there are so few, they are never truly united.Ī mere flick of Norn's wrist is enough to summon the portals-everything in this place is keyed to her will. Discord lives within the hearts of the nonbelievers. The largest moves toward her-but the other pulls him back. Just as there is no point in their efforts.Īll will be one. If they submit, she could do away with all of their faults, but she knows they'd turn down such a magnanimous offer, such an act of benevolence. Fear haunts their eyes and their too stiff bodies. Oh, they don't do it out loud, but Norn sees it. Three worms-Kaya, Kaito, and Tyvar, the others called them-are before her begging for mercy. This has always been true, but never more so than now.
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