"02 - Planeswalker" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

they'd made their final stand. Presumably, it once had a

name; perhaps the glyphs proclaimed it still, but no one

had cracked that enigmatic code, and no one cracked it that

afternoon. Urza's jeweled eyes gave him no insight into

their makers' language. Fifty years ago, in his natural

youth, Urza and his brother had named the great cavern

within the plateau Koilos, and Koilos it remained.

Koilos had been ruins then. Now the ruins were

themselves ruined, but not merely by the sylex. The

brothers and their war had wrought this damage, plundering

the hollow plateau for Thran secrets, Thran powerstones.

In truth, Urza had expected worse. Mishra had held this

part of Terisiare for most of the war, and it it pleased

Urza to believe that his brother's allies had been more

destructive than his own allies had been. In a dusty corner

of his heart, Urza knew that had he been able to ravage

Koilos, even the shadows would have been stripped from the

stones, but Mishra's minions had piled their rubble neatly,

almost reverently. Their shredded tents still flapped in

the rising wind. Looking closer, Urza realized they'd left

suddenly and without their belongings, summoned, perhaps,

to Argoth, as Urza had summoned his followers for that

final battle five years earlier.

Urza paused on the carefully excavated path. He closed

his eyes and shuddered as memories flooded his mind.