Its cloud burgeoned its long spindly tendrils lengthened and multiplied, from hundreds to thousands, to tens of thousands, more. There was a sudden shifting in the air, the smell and pressure of a spring day before a thunderstorm, and in that shifting Emrakul unfolded. But there was a rotten quality to this smell Liliana found troubling. Liliana was comfortable with the dead and their smell. Fecund with the smell of.it wasn't the dead.

Why is it just sitting there? The air felt heavy, stale. But they needed to get out of here, away from Thraben, away from Innistrad, away from Emrakul.Īs she thought of the name, Liliana's eyes were drawn upward to the towering figure hovering outside of Thraben. Her zombies had brought a temporary respite. She wanted some time alone with Jace, to figure out what the endgame here was. Another useless mind mage, just what we needed. Jace and Tamiyo continued their silent conversation, moving closer to one another as they touched minds.

She must be the moonfolk Jace had mentioned. She stopped talking in a way Liliana would have found confusing if she hadn't already spent a great deal of time with a telepath.

She landed next to Jace, speaking rapidly though too quietly for Liliana to hear. She took no notice of the large ring of zombies protecting them from Emrakul's minions, though she did look up at the grand spectacle of Emrakul it was impossible not to.

A moonfolk flew into the clearing, her eyes wide and breath short.

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