"Invasion Cycle - 03 - Apocalypse" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

heavens that we might ascend them. And we have
ascended.

"If you will ascend, you must do so in battle. Already,
you have risen this far. You have buried friendsЧnations of
friendsЧand climbed up their backs. How else would you
win your way here, to bow before us? But to rise beside us,
you must fight one battle more, must bury one friend more.

"You, Urza Planeswalker, and you, Gerrard Capashen,
shall battle one another to the death. We are the Lord of
Death. We shall make the victor our servant. We shall
make the slain soul our plaything."

Urza stared solemnly toward the balcony, his eyes
glinting in thought. "Great Lord, forgive my presumption,
but it would be a waste to destroy this masterpiece beside
me. Gerrard Capashen took eight hundred years to
engineer. Rather than destroy him, allow me to grant him
to you, a gift, as was my titan engineЧ"

Gerrard interrupted, "I was about to say what a shame it
would be to smash this old fossil. So many would pay to see
his bones."

Urza snorted. "You are a mere man. You cannot hope to
defeat me. I am a planeswalker."

Before Gerrard could respond, the crowd spoke the
words of Yawgmoth. "Not here, Urza. You are not a
planeswalker here. We have stripped you of every weapon,
every spell, every immunity. Here, you and Gerrard both
are mortal. One of you will prove it all too soon. Gerrard,
let youth empower you. Urza, let age empower you. They
and your wits are your natural weapons. The only other
weapons you may wield are those before you."

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Apocalypse

The gladiatorsЧfor that was what they had becomeЧ
turned their gazes to the swords, axes, and clubs ranked
before them. Motes of energy raced around razor-sharp
blades and brutal spikes.

"Each is deadly in its own right. Each is also magically
enhanced to strike not simply flesh but also spirit. Perfectly