She felt woozy, sick. Another being grievously wronged by Sorin Markov, one with no chance of vengeance or redress. This resulted in Avacyn ‘s intervention, who felt the threat that Nahiri posed to Innistrad. She succeeded on her own, and restored the prison. The other half , he had said.
Everywhere were signs of the Eldrazi, landscapes eroded in ways she couldn’t even understand. Nahiri slammed into a surface on her hands and knees, her endless fall over at last.
She didn’t focus on them, lest she break the illusion. Allowed certain things to drift beyond her awareness. She stood, then, on a high bluff overlooking a nahhiri and choppy sea. She burst from the ground in a spray of shrapnel, sword still in hand, and as the angel shielded herself from the blast of rock, Nahiri attacked.
Her own world was nahhiri, at least for the moment. I am obligated to nothing. He had created her in his own image, twisted her from the beginning.
She pulled more rocks from the ground around her, sharpened into darts, swirling around the two Planeswalkers. She should wait, and rest, and recover her strength. She snarled and sent a storm of stone darts flying at him, each the size of her forearm and sharpened to a wicked point. Nahiri knew only one of the names, Talib. Sorin and Nahiri first met when the young kor’s Planeswalker spark first ignited, and they forged an unlikely friendship. The demons swarmed the angel, shrieking and flapping.
On the highest part of the bluff, where she had sensed his presence, stood instead a massive, rough-hewn chunk of silver, forty feet tall at least.
Stone and Blood
Nahiri did not respond, and tried to look absorbed in the naahiri process. She’d said yes—and then he’d tried to kill her. She pushed, the way she always had.
They met Ugin soon after, and the three Planeswalkers concocted a plan that bound the Eldrazi in Zendikar for millennia. Neither had gotten what they wanted, in the end. She understood, now, its purpose. Sorin Markov lured the Eldrazi to the plane, directing their hunger to that unique mana, Ugin used his invisible breath to combat the Eldrazi and his nzhiri magic to nahifi them to the plane, and Nahiri constructed a massive network of stone hedronswhose power would form the bars of a planewide prison, forever preventing the Eldrazi from leaving.
There, on the horizon, vast and horrible, was a being she had seen twice before—once on a world lost to the Eldrazi, and once when she imprisoned it and its brethren on Zendikar.
Kreines June 20, She had locked herself away in stone, watched decades and centuries drift past like clouds over the sun. You will help me check our containment measures, and ensure that the Eldrazi are secure.
She felt a sudden sense of vertigo, and picked her next words with care. It was Zendikar as she remembered it—after the Eldrazi, but before her slumber had allowed the world to drift out of control.
Nahiri, a kor of Zendikar, stood vigil over the prisoners. Fields of rubble spread out beneath her and around her, hedrons and shards of red volcanic rock spinning lazily through the air.
And there are two sides to every story They had been a soap bubble; now they were a barrier that would take will and time to overcome. It had faces, but they were irregular and uneven, as though an amateur lithomancer had pulled it out of the ground and not yet bothered to smooth it out to a finish. She stared past him, at the angel with the jet-black eyes.