"04 - Bloodlines" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

the benefit of the doubt, especially since his track record

had improved since coming back to Tolaria after the last major

disaster, but benefit of the doubt was one thing, careless

blind faith was another. The master mage was feeling a bit

unnerved by the sight of the deeply focused Urza. As he

approached the lectern, Barrin recognized in the 'walker's

intense stare and disconnected manner that same fanatical

drive that motivated and created the last set of cataclysmic

events. He knew that Urza was again obsessing on his personal

crusade: Phyrexia.

Those creatures had once been the ancient Dominarian race

of the Thran-who at the height of their achievements had

mastered a level of artifice unknown to anyone since-save

perhaps Urza himself. Then some kind of war tore the Thran

from their advanced ways and sent them hurtling down a darker

path toward wicked corruption. They were forced to leave

Dominaria for an artificially created plane-nine spheres

nested inside one another turning blacker and more torturous

the closer they get to the center-and after a time they

emerged from their exile as the twisted, hideous abominations

that have plagued Urza for millennia. For the loss of his

brother, for the death of his one-time traveling companion

Xantcha, for replacing that which was human with corrupted

artifice the realm of Phyrexia had earned its place as Urza's

enemy, one planeswalker against nine nested spheres of