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

The sudden, massive shift had not occurred within the
sleeping camp nor among the titan engines. It had
happened beyond them, on the sere rills of Koilos. Though
morning was still hours away, an otherworldly red light
gleamed on the distant horizon. It lit the eastern hills, and
the north, the west, and the south. The full compass of the
desert glowed with that horrible light.
A word came to Multani, a word he had sensed in the
dying mind of a Phyrexian invader: Rath. It was more than
a word. It was a world. It was a twisted other-world built of
flowstone, forever expanding, forever mutating into a
perfect match of Dominaria. The Lord of Phyrexia had
made Rath and filled it with machines of war and demon
armies. But why?


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Karn strode up behind Multani. Weird light glinted
from the silver golem's burly shoulders. Eyes like fat
washers peered out at the feverish hills.
Karn rumbled, "It's the planeshift. It's the overlay."
"The overlay?" Multani echoed hollowly.
"The Rathi overlay. A world of monsters is fusing with
our world. Rath is overlaying on top of Dominaria," Karn
replied quietly. "We have no time."
Karn cupped thickset hands around his mouth. His jaw
dropped open. From the cold hollows of his chest came a
terrible sound. It seemed the toll of a gigantic bell.
"Awake, Dominaria! Dread is upon you!"
The sound tore out above the sleeping army. It riffled
the tents like a cyclone. Elves clutched their ears. Humans
lurched up from bedrolls. Metathran staggered into the
light of the unnatural morning. The roar crossed the camp
and echoed from the circle of titan engines, awaking lights
in their skulls. It bore onward over empty sands and into
the glowing hills. There it met another roar, more horrible,
more inhuman.
No one who had survived the Battle of Koilos would
ever forget that soundтАФa Phyrexian battle cry. When last
they had heard it, the noise had risen from hundreds of
thousands of fiendish mouths. This morning, it rose from
millions.
That second roar woke any whom Karn had not. Every
last soldier yanked on clothes and armor, belted on swords
and fetched up pikes. Trumpets sounded to-arms. Fighters
scrambled to their divisions. Metathran warriors formed up
on Commander Agnate. Elves flocked to the banner of
Eladamri. Humans and Benalish irregulars streamed toward