Invasion (Magic: The Gathering - Invasion Cycle Book I) (Book 1)
J. Robert King
Language: English
Pages: 311
ISBN: 0786914386
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Dominaria faces its biggest threat -- an invasion by its greatest enemy, an attack planned for eons by merciless foes. No one is exempt from their terror. No land is safe from their onslaught. In the shadow of the Phyrexian horde, Dominaria has but one hope -- the Weatherlight and her crew. The time has come to defend hearth and home from invasion.
hungry. This was not just a killing plague. It was a resurrecting plague too. It killed in order to revivify the dead wood and control it. Gangrene worked a slow possession on Yavimaya. The forest's life was becoming an alien unlife. The malign power hovered above. Sensing it, Multani rose through a millennial magnigoth. In moments, he had 62 J. Robert King ascended the three-thousand-foot tree. His presence flooded into healthy leaves. They were retinal structures, attuned to light. Through
balled about her. Landing, Tsabo Tavoc rolled amid her troops. Warriors were unmade by her lashing metallic legs. At last, she came to a stop and stood. 77 Invasion Meanwhile, Gerrard hauled Tahngarth up over the rail. Despite the minotaur's mass and the tearing winds, Tahngarth felt suddenly very light. Gerrard caught him in his free arm and laid him on the deck. "Now, I'm a ... bull-fish," Tahngarth growled out. Gerrard smiled grimly. "I thought I'd got that leggy thing, not you." "But ...
was desecrated by the claws of Phyrexians. Every branch became a roadway for the demonic army. Phyrexians swarmed it, bending every fiber of the crown with their black weight. They ripped the leaves off. They peeled back the green tendrils. They drove killing spikes down into the living wood. As they had done throughout the forest, the Phyrexians turned life to unlife. 128 J. Robert King To lose this tree—this most sacred tree—would be to lose everything. No thinking defenders dwelt on the
spilling air instead of grabbing it. Weatherlight plunged. Squee was still squealing. Even so, his view of the skies was not as terrifying as everyone else's view of the land. Llanowar seemed a leopard, crouched to spring. Weatherlight's engines engaged. Intakes dragged a deep breath. A white-hot column of energy formed within the engine. Fire burst from exhausts. To the ship's terminal velocity came impatient force, ramming it down. Llanowar sprung. The forest roared up to swallow the ship. Its
Burning and trailing smoke, the cruisers slid unimpeded through the portal. "Now it is up to us, my friend," Urza said grimly. Side by side, the master mage and the planeswalker soared toward the emerging ships. They readied sorceries and summonations, energy flickering across their war robes. Barrin lifted his sleeves, evoking blue sparks in swarms around his hands. Urza's war staff beamed with crackling lightning. One thing bothered Barrin, though. Darigaaz would not have committed his folk to