Jace retreated before the nightmarish advance, but there was nowhere to go; the dead roiled from the earth in all directions, a sprouting garden of rotted bone. He backed up the incline, his balance more precarious with every step, moving with the wind now, rather than against it. Desperately, he threw spell after spell into the mass of shambling dead, all to woefully meager effect. Driven only by hunger, they lacked any sentience for his mind to command; drawn by the scent of his life itself, they refused to be slowed or hindered by even the most intricate illusions. And Jace could summon nothing so potent that it wouldn't swiftly be slain by the storm, not without dropping his concentration on the mystic shield that protected his own body from those dreadful gusts.
He struck, instead, at the magics animating them, rather than at the undead themselves. Focusing as intently as he dared, he unraveled the chains of mana that bound a fragment of the soul to these lurching bones, that allowed lifeless joints to bend and dead muscle to flex. Stabbing his hand outward as though hurling a spear, Jace dispersed the mana within first one of the crawling zombies, then the next. They slumped, limp and truly dead as they long should have been.
But still they came, and still he retreated, and each time he severed the last remnants of life from one, three others had advanced upon him. Jace was swiftly tiring, for these were no simple necromantic spells he was countering, but the natural order of things in this impossible realm of Grixis. Soon he'd not be able even to slow the undead horde-but then, it wouldn't matter, for the deadly storm would shred his eldritch shield and drain the life from him before the first of the corpses closed their deathless fists around his limbs.
And he wondered, then, if he even had a legitimate death to look forward to, or if he would be as they were, slumbering beneath the skin of the world only to rise in insatiable craving at the passing of any living thing.
The crawling swarm grew too thick to navigate, so close that every step Jace took landed not on the fleshy earth but on a writhing, grasping limb. He stumbled, almost fell, and he felt the first of what must be many hands clasp tightly around his ankle.
But even as it squeezed, bruising him to the very bone, the undead froze. Rigid, they formed a motionless carpet of corpses across the landscape. Only their rotted eyes moved, as they gawped into the fury of the punishing storm.
As a goddess striding from the heavens, Liliana appeared on the raging winds. She stood, arms outstretched and head thrown back in potent ecstasy, held aloft by the crackling black aura that flowed effortlessly from her pale skin. The tattoos burned with dark fire on her back, as though her skin had opened to reveal an endless void beneath. Ignoring the storm, she gently descended until she set foot upon the vile ground; her hair and tunic lay perfectly still, indifferent to the tempest around her.
'Uh…' Jace began.
'It's incredible!' Her voice, though a whisper, carried clearly over the howling winds. She turned to him, and Jace would have fallen back were he not held fast by the grip on his leg. Black mists poured from her eyes, which had themselves grown dark as moonless night; from between her lips as she spoke; even from beneath her nails, flowing out to join with the inky aura that had borne her aloft.
'Oh, Jace, you have no idea! The power in this place…' Her smile widened further still. 'I've never felt a concentration of manas like this, never knew it could exist.'
Jace, who felt only a fraction of what Liliana was drinking in and found it terrifying, could only shake his head. 'There's no light, Liliana. No life in these magics.'
'I can live with that,' she told him bluntly, her tone somehow jubilant and cold at once.
'Well,' he said, after struggling to clear his throat, 'then I guess it's a good thing you didn't know about this place years ago. You might have come here instead of hiding on Ravnica.'
Liliana's gaze snapped to him, and the darkness cleared from her eyes. She scowled with a bitterness
Jace couldn't interpret, and then raised a hand. The undead cowered back, releasing Jace's ankle in the process.
'They're barely animals,' she told him, sounding vaguely irritated, 'but some recognize the notion of 'the great winged beast' that terrifies them. They'll lead us to him, or at least to the area where they most frequently sense his presence.'
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.
'There are so many,' she whispered to him once, even as he'd opened his mouth to ask if she was all right. 'I've never felt so many.'
Finally, one of the dead indicated that they were nearing the home of the 'flying thing,' waving a desiccated hand vaguely forward. With a gasp of relief, Liliana cloaked herself and Jace in a faint field of necromantic magics that would blind the undead to their presence, and allowed her command over the corpses to fade. Then, almost at a run, she led Jace away, farther into the winding crevice, until they found themselves in a cul-de-sac. They sank in unison to the foul earth, and for long moments they lay sprawled, gasping for breath.
'That may have been the most horrible thing I've ever seen,' said Jace.
Liliana nodded. 'I thought… It felt for a time as though I would lose myself in them, Jace. It felt like I was trying to bend the will of Grixis itself.'
'But you both handled it very well,' said Nicol Bolas.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
He hadn't dropped from the sky, hadn't crept from hiding. He was simply there, where nothing but dust and foul odors had been before. His wings stretched high between the opposing walls of the crevice, and his bulk was a living avalanche that filled the passage entirely.
Jace and Liliana scrambled to their feet and shrank back against the far wall. Both knew full well that if Nicol Bolas had wanted them dead, they would already be so much ash on the wind or detritus in the back of his throat. But such knowledge was nothing in the face of instinctive fear.
And yet, for all the terror that wracked his body-both at the sight of the predator before him, and the sudden influx of memories from their last meeting-Jace couldn't help but blurt out, 'What is it with you and crevices?'
'But then again, they were only the risen dead,' the ancient beast said blandly, ignoring Jace's comment. 'I imagine you'd have fared somewhat worse had you run into any of Grixis's demons. Why have you come here?'
'Demons? Here?' Liliana asked in a strangely small voice. She recovered swiftly, but in that one instant, she'd sounded more frightened than Jace had ever heard her.
'Of course. Why are you here?'
'What about those undead?' Jace asked. 'Is the whole of Grixis like this? I can't imagine that-'
'Keep trying my patience,' the dragon rumbled, as twin tendrils of dark smoke snaked from his nostrils and danced their way skyward, 'and I'll lay you out among them to find out for yourself. I may have more time on my hands than anyone else in the Multiverse, Jace Beleren, but that doesn't mean I appreciate seeing it wasted. So once more, and only once more: Why are you here?'
Apparently unwilling to risk letting the frazzled and frightened Jace irritate the beast any further, Liliana squeezed his arm-tightly-and said, 'We seek your help, Nicol Bolas.'
'Do you, indeed? And do you recall what I just said about wasting time? Why would I involve myself in your petty affairs?'
'These are affairs that already involve you, great Bolas,' Jace told him. 'Tezzeret. We seek the location of
