"J. Robert King - Invasion Cycle 02 - Planeshift" - читать интересную книгу автора (King Robert J)

She was still Tsabo Tavoc. She would not be mocked
by weevils. This was only a setback. Tsabo Tavoc would
report to Crovax, would bear his wrath, and would rise
again, one day to kill him.
She was still Tsabo Tavoc.
Painted in mogg blood, Tsabo Tavoc had passed
through the portal to a volcanic hillside on Rath.
The ground beneath her feet was red and rolling. It was
not lava but flowstone. Each speck of it was a minute
machine clinging to those around it. As a whole, flowstone
responded to the mental suggestions of the Evincar of
RathтАФCrovax. He shaped the world. The hills and plains
around her bore the mad geography of his mind. They
changed always, some- times slowly, sometimes violently,
but always Rath changedтАФ until now.
Even as she stood there, Rath overlaid itself on
Dominaria. The flowstone world phased into being atop
the real one. It brought with it the races of Rath, the
Phyrexian armies arrayed across its surface, and even Tsabo
Tavoc herself. She arrived on Dominaria by riding the
Radii overlay, freight on a barge.
Tsabo Tavoc breathed the air of Urborg. It stank of
deathтАФ not clean, metallic death but the fetor of decaying
bodies.



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 Planeshift

"Of course Crovax brought his Stronghold here," she
told herself. "Necrophile." She shuddered with distaste.
How much more fun it was to torture the living than to
play with the dead.
Nearby on the volcano's side lay a violent crack.
Brimstone steam wafted from that space. Dominarians
would have thought this a passage into hell. They would
have been right. Crovax and his Stronghold lay in the
heart of the dormant volcano.
Tsabo Tavoc ambled to the rough crack and climbed
within. Through slanting shafts and narrow corners she
went. The tortuous route would have killed a lesser
creature, but Tsabo Tavoc had the grace of all arachnids.
Even light abandoned her, but she could see in absolute
dark. The spider woman clambered for miles into deep
rock. At last, a new, red glow began ahead. It lit the
sulfuric crack, and hot winds rolled up around Tsabo
Tavoc.
She emerged in an enormous hollow, perhaps a dozen
miles in diameter. When this volcano had been active, the