Voices?
“The moment I close the portal, I will be alone in the darkness—”
You loved him? You loved him too!
“I want to see the sky a moment more.”
“Come, join us. Live, Rebbec! Live!”
“Good-bye, sky. Good-bye, husband. Good-bye, Yawgmoth.”
Good-bye.
“No!”
She placed the stone in its mirror sconce atop the pedestal. The crystal released her hands—Glacian’s last touch. No sooner was the stone in place than light flared though the cave. Long crystals in the ceiling blazed. Lightning surged outward along the wires that spread from the pedestal. All around the room, the metal guardians of Phyrexia came to brief life. Sand-crabs snapped their claws as energy crawled along their carapace. The shimmering curtain of the portal wavered and began to fade.
With a sudden, quiet snap, it all was gone—sky, Phyrexia, Yawgmoth, Glacian. The lights overhead blinked out. The mechanisms shivered to a halt. Where the portal had been, only a wall of stone remained. Before the wall, in its mirror pedestal, the powerstone glowed quietly. It seemed a pair of hearts, pulsing in synchronous beat.
Yawgmoth’s final shout echoed away in the Caves of the Damned.
Alone in darkness, Rebbec turned and walked. She left the caves behind forever.
Rebbec ascended the long, tortuous path out of the darkness. Into a cloud of white, she ascended.
THE SAGA
CONTINUES
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