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[Magic the Gathering: Duskmourn - House of Horror redux]

>Previously: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/96494439/#96497472

He has always lived in fear. Not afraid. That others cried out in the night was his lifeblood.

Seeing it all from the other side has been lifechanging, but not so much as a realisation of the stakes at hand. Once, he would have thought himself supreme even in bondage.

Now, as the Meditation Plane heaved and trembled like a boiling cauldron, he felt like a frog in a well.

“THERE HAS BEEN ENOUGH PAIN!” Jace was screaming. His eyes had dark bags under his eyes, and his hands shook like an addict. Avacyn’s curse had been no idle threat. Nor was the strength of his conviction. “The Phyrexian invasion! Elspeth’s death! Our compleation!”. Instead of arriving directly at the Meditation Plane, he had reaped mana from the Dragonstorm itself, and from the lands of Tarkir. His mortal form was visibly cracking under the strain. “THIS IS NOT A JUST MULTIVERSE. Even now, the Dragonstorms-“

“-HAVE BEEN ROUTED BY MY ALLIES!” shouted Avacyn right back. He didn’t know the full details of her reforging, but once he was told Avacyn was bound to Innstrad-and now she had somehow attained a Spark of her own. Or something so similar as to be indistinguishable. “You would remake this multiverse fecklessly, without plan or research, presuming yourself more knowledgeable than the other Planeswalker who pervades this planet! HOW IS THAT ANY DIFFERENT FROM WHAT NAHIRI WOULD MAKE OF ZENDIKAR?!’

Draconic maws and currents of blue mana clashed against spears of light raining from on high. It was clear as day Jace lacked the stamina for this fight-but that his recklessness might sunder the plane before his body.

Fear, he mused. Fear, and grief, and regret. These things had driven a student of the mind to folly.

Fortunately, Valgavoth added, they also blinded him to an immobilising spurt of silk from behind.

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