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would have hailed across Weatherlight and dismantled her.


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Fortunately, it was just then she punched through the
portal.
Fortunately? The blue skies of Dominaria gave way to
twisted clouds in red and black. The wide plains and deep
forests gave way to volcanic rills and tortured lava tubes.
Worst of all, though, in place of two Phyrexian ships, there
were thousands.
Airships were stacked to the sky. As devilish as they
had seemed in the sunlight, in shadow these vessels were
demons in hell. Wings of skin. Dripping claws. Jetting fires.
A dozen of the ships were as big as mountains. A hundred
were the size of the cruisers already destroyed. A thousand
were the size of Weatherlight.
"Forget the armada!" Gerrard roared. "Target the portal
ship!"
Fire answered from the six remaining guns. A sunburst
of scarlet energy raced out from Weatherlight. The charges
soared up toward the vast metallic claw that hung in the
skies of Rath. The ship seemed to glare down at them,
robotic arms twitching impotently in the portal. One by
one, the shots impacted the claw. Flowstone panels
slumped. Fires hissed forth. The flames seemed impossibly
small on that massive machine. Already Weatherlight was
out of range for more attacks.
"They're getting through!" Squee shouted through the
aft speaking tube.
Two more cruisers nosed beneath the portal ship,
toward undefended Benalia.
Gerrard shouted. "Turn the ship! We've got to stop
them!"
"Turn the shipтАФ?" Sisay shouted. Her objection was
cut short.
The portal ship spewed black smoke. Its gleaming
vision of Dominaria flickered. Explosions bloomed in the


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joints of one pincer. It cracked free, toppled, and dropped
toward the twisted ground of Rath. Like a soap bubble, the
portal popped. Sunlight died. Benalish skies were gone.
Gone too were the front halves of the two cruisers. The
closing portal had guillotined the ships. The shriek and