TWO OF A KIND
by Ulquiorra9000
Chapter 28
"I didn't realize that you had come so prepared, Veldor," Morrel commented as he massaged his newly-mended nose. He and Veldor sat in a rented hotel room in downtown Havengul, a simple but clean room lit with a pair of oil lamps hanging from the wooden ceiling. Outside, the crowds had worn themselves thin, most of Havengul's living citizens in their beds at home by now. The occasional voiceless spirit or ghost bird flitted among the rooftops from time to time in the soft moonlight.
Veldor, seated on the desk's creaky chair, folded his arms and nodded. "Yes. I need little maintenance, but you and Mizuki do. Not willing to take risks. Not anymore."
"Maintenance? What am I, a damaged sword?" Morrel joked, closing his eyes and focusing inward. Familiar channels of warm, smooth blue and white mana coursed through his body, along with weaker veins of green and red mana. I'm pretty much restored from that battle against Ludevic's skaabs. Good.
Veldor shifted in the chair, making it creak in protest against the weight of his Etherium enhancements. "Not quite. Used to certain, well, terminology from home. Apologies."
"Don't sweat it," Morrel said simply, opening his eyes. He couldn't help a quick grin. "But Zoira might mind more. You won't make any progress with her talking like that!"
"First Mizuki, now you," Veldor mumbled, looking away. He ran a hand through his inch-long brown hair with his metal hand. "Now. If you are recovered, we can, ah, begin our rescue. Ludevic's castle is not too far if you know where the shortcuts are. Mizuki should still be alive."
Shivers trembled Morrel's body. "Still alive? Just what is this Ludevic bastard going to do to her?"
"Experiment on her and Sora. Might kill them later, using their bodies to create skaabs capable of wielding their powers," Veldor figured, then bolted to his feet and strode to the door, swinging it open. "Quickly. Not much time!"
"Yeah," Morrel nodded tersely, following Veldor out of the room and down the hotel's empty hallway.
*o*o*o*o*
Thunder rumbled like an angry dragon overhead among darkened midnight clouds, and Morrel felt chills down his spine as he and Veldor hiked up a series of rough, rocky hills. "Think there'll be a rain storm?"
Veldor didn't look up. "Might be. Rain would give us cover, though. Would like that."
Yeah, and I fight at top form when I'm freezing cold and soaked! Morrel retorted in his head, but he stayed silent and balled his hands into fists as he followed Veldor through the steep hills. He squinted. Is that the castle?
Up ahead, perched on top of a short grassy cliff, towered a castle with three thick, cylindrical turrets and several house-like roofs on its main halls. Several vast, leafless trees stood clustered around the castle like faithful guardians. The remaining moonlight washed the whole castle in ghostly light, and Morrel widened his eyes as he saw a smooth trail leading from these hills, up around the cliff, and to the castle's grounds. There's our way in!
Morrel was right: as Veldor led him silently but quickly up the dirt road, the castle drew nearer and nearer until Morrel was walking among the trees on the grassy grounds. He scanned his eyes across the darkening grounds, but nothing moved or made a sound, a scene as still as death. The clanks of Veldor's Etherium plates seemed deafening to Morrel in this still scene, but the Esper artificer strutted briskly across the grounds without concern.
"Won't anyone see us coming?" Morrel whispered as Veldor approached one of the taller trees.
Veldor shook his head. "No. Ludevic has guards only inside his castle, not on the grounds where raiding parties could pick them off. Follow me. We can easily get inside, but getting out will be difficult. Follow."
Without another word, Veldor bunched up his legs and sprang into the air like a frog, easily scaling fifteen feet. He landed lightly on a thick trunk of the nearest tree, then pounced and reached a higher branch, seizing it with his arms and hoisting himself up. With one more leap, Veldor perched himself on a branch that reached very close to a window on the castle's east wing. Lights shone from within, but there was no sound. Veldor looked down at Morrel. "Hurry. Join me."
Morrel tried not to make a face. "Wh-what? I can't jump like that! Do you see Etherium plates on my legs?"
"Sorry," Veldor replied without sounding very sorry, reaching out with his fleshy right hand with a disk of cerulean-blue mana glowed along his fingers. Morrel felt his stomach lurch as a second, larger disk of blue mana levitated him up and to Veldor's branch. The disks dissolved and Morrel settled himself onto the thick branch, fighting back vertigo.
"Handy," Morrel commented, trying not to look down. He guessed that he was on level with the fifth floor's windows.
"Anyway, have to move on," Veldor said briskly, wiggling his right hand's fingers. "I'll go first." He crept along the branch and reached his Etherium hand toward the glassless window, tentatively poking his hand into the interior hallway's air and clenching his hand into a fist. Wisps of white, black, and blue mana oozed from his fingers and dissipated. Veldor turned back to Morrel. "No enchantments in this hallway. Come."
What would I do without him? Morrel mused to himself he followed Veldor into the hallway, glad to have his feet back on solid ground. Paneled wood walls offered a homely sense, and regularly-spaced paintings, potted plants, and wall-mounted candles almost lured Morrel into a sense of calm. He shook his head. Mizuki's here somewhere. We have to help her!
Veldor marched down the hallway with his Etherium left arm stretched out, and Morrel made sure to stay within safe distance as the older man roved through several similar hallways in the castle. Down a flight of wooden steps they went, and the air grew colder as Veldor continued to prowl the castle and into a huge sitting room.
"Hhhhssssssshhhhh! Intruders!"
A shushed hiss and growled word raised goosebumps along Morrel's skin and he twitched, whirling around at the voice's source. Three elbow-height, brown-cloaked monsters hefted rusty pikes and glared at Morrel with single eyes that covered their entire faces.
"Homunculus, Innistrad breed," Veldor determined. "Faster than they look, Morrel."
With another shushed hiss, the three homunculi pounced through the air like hungry jaguars, slashing their pikes through the air. Morrel's nerves tingled as he narrowly evaded the pikes, twisting out of the way as the homunculi guards landed and turned back to face the intruders. The homunculi attacked again, swinging their pikes faster than Morrel thought possible. He conjured a small Hindering Light to block one homunculi's pike, the shield straining and spitting sparks. Then the shield shattered and the pike's flat side smashed into Morrel's arm, sending him tumbling awkwardly to the carpeted floor.
Planting his feet to the ground, Veldor ejected a single silver needle from his Etherium wrist, the bolt catching an attacking homunculus. The blue creature shrieked and tumbled, its pike spilling out of its clumsy hands. The monster's giant eye closed and the homunculus began to snore despite the battle.
With a fierce look of determination, Veldor ejected another dart from his wrist and caught a second homunculus on its arm, sending it down too. The third, however, pounced from the shadows and jabbed its pike at the back of Veldor's head, silent as a ghost.
"No!" Morrel thrust out his open palm, white mana flaring from his hand. The homunculus vanished and a white ring of mana replaced it in mid-air, startling Veldor.
"Very nice," he complimented Morrel, lowering his arm. "My sleep darts will keep the others subdued for an hour. Will your oblivion ring hold?"
"Yeah," Morrel nodded. He gulped. "For homunculi, these guys are good."
Veldor strode down the wide room and toward a hallway. "Ludevic can implant memories and fighting skills into his minions with blue and black mana. Most insidious but noteworthy. Follow m- aaaaaargh!"
Morrel clutched his head and bit back a cry, too: as soon as he joined Veldor in the well-lit hallway, the walls, ceiling, and floor warped and twisted like churning water, bending and flexing in a nauseating pulse that made Morrel's head ache and stomach clench. Wh-what am I doing here? This place... it's impossible! How'd I get... who am I... no way... twisting! Twisting! IMPOSSIBLE! Gluh... blu-bleh... urghhh...
A cold metal hand clamped on Morrel's wrist and tugged hard, and Morrel felt the pressure on his head ease as the hand's owner dragged him down the hall and descended another flight of steps.
"Are you all right?" Veldor's voice asked urgently, settling Morrel against a cool stone wall.
Morrel groaned and rubbed his eyes, tearing his glasses off his face. He was surprised to feel beads of sweat on his face. "Y-yeah, j-just lost myself a bit there. What happened?"
A bitter frown crossed Veldor's face. "Forgot to check for enchantments. Unless I am wrong, that room had a dream-twister effect. Screws with all your senses and tears your memory and sanity apart. Another ten seconds, and you wouldn't even have the brain function of an earthworm."
"Charming," Morrel sighed shakily, slipping his glasses back on. They slid against his slick nose. "Well, lucky that we're doing this as a team. I can't imagine anyone going through here alone."
"And lucky for me, my brain is partly immune to such effects," Veldor said tightly. "Only partly. Now, let's move. We've reached the experiment sector. Expect more guards, staff members, and test subjects up ahead. Can't let our guards down."
He wasn't kidding; the castle's interior became rough damp stone, and the chambers and hallways more spacious and less well-lit. As Veldor led Morrel down a hallway, a man with silver armor and a strange eye-piece wandered into view, his right arm encased in a glowing, bulbous shell that glowed with twisted blue mana. The man recoiled. "Hey! Who are you guys?"
Morrel didn't even waste a second; he conjured another ring of white mana, or rather, he tried to. The castle mage jabbed forth his encased hand and a sizzling vortex of blue mana overwhelmed the oblivion ring and devoured it. He countered my ring! Morrel realized with dread. Veldor, meanwhile, fired another needle that pierced the man's exposed neck, relaxing the man's whole body and sending him crumpling to the floor.
"Good shot," Morrel noted. Veldor stepped over the mage's sleeping form and down a curving staircase, and Morrel hurried to catch up, wondering what would come up next.
A giant egg.
Just what is going to hatch from that? Morrel gawked as he and Veldor started to enter a vast chamber. Resting on a podium on a cushion lay a speckled white egg large enough for Morrel to easily curl up inside of, and a handful of black-cloaked men wandered the room, fiddling with devices that had feeding tubes leading to the egg. A blue mana field hummed under the egg.
"Never seen that before," Veldor muttered into Morrel's ear. "Take out guards. Then we can proceed. Mizuki must be near."
With that, Veldor filled the air with three more darts, sending three of the robed men crumpling to the floor. Just as quickly, Morrel reached out and encased two more of the men in small rings, temporarily banishing them from existence. Now maintaining three such rings, Morrel felt his muscles ache as white mana continuously flowed from his body. Eager to get moving, Morrel joined Veldor in crossing the room, tentatively passing the giant egg that occupied the room's center. Up another staircase Veldor went, flitting through what appeared to be a series of dungeon chambers that ranged from empty to packed with frightened human victims pleading to be released. As much as he ached to help them, Morrel knew that it would do little good; only his highly-skilled party could get out of here. Perhaps Innistrad's own heroes will free them sometime, Morrel thought, praying to every Bant angel he knew that such would happen.
"What, are you bastards out there that happy to gut me and play with me?" taunted a familiar voice from one of the larger chambers at the end of the hall, and Morrel's stomach lurched. That's her! Trying to keep his hands steady, Morrel knelt before the cell's wooden door and pressed his fingers onto its lock, soaking green mana into the metal mechanism. The metal sizzled and corroded as though doused in acid, and fell to the floor in pieces. Heart hammering, Morrel wrenched open the chamber's heavy door and stormed inside, thankful that this cell had several torches to light the place.
"Morrel! I'll be darned. Get me down," Mizuki eagerly babbled, pinned to the wall by her wrists and ankles in iron cuffs. Morrel seized the cuffs and dissolved them with more green mana, glad that his modest green mana reserves were holding out. The cuffs snapped into pieces and Morrel stood back, letting Mizuki stagger forward and flex her arms.
"Those damn things suppress mana," she explained. "So I couldn't use my cursed arm. Otherwise, I'd be out in a second!"
"Yeah," Morrel agreed breathlessly as Veldor stepped into the cell too. "Veldor and I took out the guards, but there's still – mmmmff!"
Not letting Morrel finish his sentence, Mizuki stepped forward and took his head in her hands, pressing an enthusiastic kiss on his lips. Mizuki closed her eyes and kept herself and Morrel locked together for a few seconds, then broke off and opened her eyes, beaming recklessly.
"I... what... what was that?" Morrel stammered, gawking. Still, he felt his heart hammer and his nerves tingled pleasantly. He suddenly regretted that Mizuki had broken away so soon.
Mizuki pointed at him. "That was for rescuing me. Plus..." she blushed, shyly glancing away. "I-I've wanted to kiss you for a while, but now seemed like the most appropriate time. You know, since it's a rescue and all? I'm showing my thanks, and uh... wow, I'm yammering, aren't I?"
"If you say so," Morrel faintly agreed in a daze.
Mizuki snapped herself back to business. "Can we get back out the way you came in? I hope we can get out of here fast."
"Should work," Veldor figured. "But security will probably be higher at this point. More homunculi and mage guards, plus skaabs and dangerous enchantments. Better move before any more guards are mobilized."
"Lead the way," Mizuki said, in spite of the fact that she strode out of the cell first and approached the cell in front of her. Her right arm swelled to full curse size and she slashed her talons against the door, breaking it down in splinters. Sora came scurrying out and leaped onto Mizuki's chest, clinging to her in a tight hug.
"Mommy Mizuki!" Sora cheered.
"Yeah, it's me. We're leaving this dump," Mizuki told Sora confidently, turning to Morrel and Veldor. "Guys...?"
"Yes," Veldor nodded, bolting down the cell complex with his companions in tow.
Morrel's heart still hammered in his chest and he found himself clenching his fists in agitation as Veldor led him and Mizuki back toward the large chamber with the egg. Getting out is bound to be tougher than getting in, now that Veldor and I have caused a ruckus! We should – oh no.
"Did you rats think you'd get away so easily?" taunted a sniveling voice as Morrel's party hurried back into the egg chamber. A tall man in silver and black armor stood before a squad of pike-wielding homunculi soldiers, and he carried a curvy sword in his right hand and a sphere of dark blue mana in the left. "Think again. Master Ludevic doesn't tolerate sneaky behavior! Get them!"
At the command, the homunculi guards, at least a dozen of them, shrieked in rage and leaped all over the room, quickly flanking Morrel's group and cutting off any exits. The two oblivion rings in the room vanished as Morrel cut off his eldritch ties to them, freeing up white mana to fight with. He released his oblivion ring cast on a homunculus farther back in the castle too. At once, two black-robed servants popped back into existence, confused about the sudden struggle. Morrel merely ignored them, instead focusing on a pair of homunculi intent on skewering him.
Not so fast! Morrel grunted in his head, twisting past the sharp pikes. He seized a pike and wrenched it from its owner's grip, then lashed out his booted foot and caught the bare-handed homunculi on the temple. The blue man yelped and crashed into a curving stone wall with a thud, crumpling to the floor. A sudden blast of pain sent Morrel reeling forth as the other homunculi smacked his pike against Morrel's head, making stars erupt in Morrel's vision. Morrel growled and swung out with his foot, but his foot swished through empty air as the homunculi nimbly side-stepped, allowing another pair of guards to hurry over and jab their pikes in Morrel's direction.
Morrel slipped away from the pikes but winced as one pike's bladed edge sliced against his haunch, cutting into his flesh. He swung his fist at a homunculi and caught it on the chin, sending it up into the air. Morrel's other fist slammed into the homunculi's chest and sent it tumbling back, yet such a move left him open. Two other homunculi guards thrust their spears at Morrel's exposed side.
With a cry, Mizuki pounced onto the scene and swept her giant right arm through the air, her talons slashing into the ambush homunculi and drawing bright purple blood. Shrieking in protest, the homunculi crashed across the floor from Mizuki's hard swing, their pikes falling from their hands. Mizuki hurried over to Morrel. "You okay?"
"Not bad," Morrel told her tightly, clutching a hand at his shallow wound. That blade had better not be poisoned!
Veldor pushed off the ground and vaulted high into the air, allowing his own homunculi assailants to fill the air with their pikes and leave themselves open. Landing behind the stunned homunculi, Veldor extended his metal left arm's sword blade and sent two homunculi to the floor with a wide sweep. The other guards swung their pikes back, only to be parried by Veldor's blade with a loud clang. Veldor slipped past one guard's blind spot and kicked the guard back with an Etherium-powered leg, shattering the guard's bones. Veldor flicked his left wrist and a round blade shot out, slicing into another guard's neck.
"You won't get away with this!" howled the silver-armored man. At his word, another two dozen homunculi guards piled into the room from various doorways, their pikes held at the ready. Morrel braced himself for another onslaught, but he felt his blood go cold as a familiar sight wandered in after the homunculi: skaabs.
The four-legged skaab from the graveyard charged past its homunculi allies, shoving them aside with its four strong legs and shrieking from its reptilian jaws. The skaab had replaced its left arm and swung its long left arm's huge blade at Morrel's head, only to be stopped by Veldor's own blade. Veldor planted his feet on the ground and strained to keep the skaab's blade at bay, his muscles trembling against the undead strength of the skaab.
"Sever its head! That should be its weak point!" Veldor shouted over the skaab's roars. Veldor and the skaab broke contact with their blades, clashing their weapons back and forth as the homunculi advanced. Mizuki, meanwhile, bared her teeth and leaped back, slashing her left hand in a wide arc. Dozens of thick tentacles of murderous black mana erupted from the stone floor and impaled the homunculi guards as they charged, buying Morrel a little time. Morrel leaped high into the air and over the four-legged skaab's head, grateful that Veldor kept it distracted. Morrel landed right on the skaab's shoulders, but the beast reached with its right arm's claws to tear Morrel off.
Morrel clung to the skaab's thick right arm, weighing it down and forcing the monster's limb toward the nearest wall. Acting fast, Morrel reached out and flooded the skaab's arm with blue, white, and green mana, the tri-colored mana flood hardening into shining crystals that fused the skaab's arm to the wall. The skaab hissed and tugged uselessly on its arm, and Veldor took his chance. The Esper artificer ducked the skaab's blade and slashed its chest with his sword blade, spilling armfuls of the skaab's spare flesh from within. Before Veldor could reach the skaab's neck, however, several homunculi guards charged and stabbed their pikes at Veldor's exposed back.
"No!" Morrel shouted, reaching out with his arms. His Hindering Light spell stymied the pikes' points, the weapons bouncing off the shield. Now safe again, Veldor sliced off one of the skaab's four legs and caused the whole monster to lurch as though drunk. Indignant, the homunculi guards turned and charged at Morrel, shrieking with their pikes raised for the kill. Morrel quickly scrambled out of the way, not wishing to become a human pincushion. He produced a throwing knife and hurled it back, catching one homunculi on the forehead. Clapping his hands together, Morrel flooded the knife with his small reserve of red mana and the resulting explosion vaporized the homunculi and three of its nearby allies. The rest, though dazed by the blast, kept charging.
Veldor aimed his blade for the wounded skaab's neck but the monster's jaws and teeth forced him back, and one of its three remaining legs lashed out in a strong kick that sent Veldor crashing into the Hindering Light, shattering it and sprawling onto the floor. "Morrel! Mizuki! Let's just run! There's too many enemies here!" he shouted. Morrel was visibly straining his mana reserves and Mizuki's cursed hand was not fast enough to hold off the homunculi for long, though she had slain a handful by this point. Veldor's resolve to flee hardened when the skaab goliath lumbered into the room, howling deeply and waving its various arms as a threat.
These skaabs are impossible! Morrel cursed, wondering if any force in the Multiverse could destroy them. He could find no resources to exploit in this room to turn the tables, not even that giant egg. Wait...
"Morrel! Where are you going?" Mizuki cried when she saw Morrel tear off toward the egg.
"Giving us... a nice distraction!" Morrel wheezed as he evaded the homunculi guards and skaabs, reaching the waiting egg. "Let's see what Ludevic has stored in here!" And with that, he tore off the egg's feeding tubes and stabbed a throwing knife into the shell.
At once, the shell throbbed and emitted a pulse of raw mana that threw Morrel back, blinking in a daze. Indeed, everyone in the room stopped and stared as the egg levitated a few feet into the air, pulsating and swelling all the time as though about to burst. Then, with one last swell, the shell shattered and a vast, scaly blue form erupted from within and unfolded its four limbs. Morrel stumbled back in awe as a fat, long-tailed lizard stood to its full height like a humanoid, at least twenty-five feet tall from head to toe. It sleepily blinked its eyes a few times, then its eyes widened and took in the whole room. With a sudden, warbling howl, the lizard monster swung its tail and shattered a chunk of a nearby wall, then the lizard began to tear into every surface it could reach with its claws.
"It's going mad! It's the distraction we need!" Morrel shouted over the din as the homunculi and skaabs rushed over to contain the thrashing, frightened lizard. The giant lizard swatted its fellows back, stomping its huge feet and rattling the whole room like an earthquake. Howling again, the lizard crashed into the support pillars in the room, bringing down avalanches of stone and wood debris from overhead, all the while tearing more chunks out of the walls.
"Let's go!" Mizuki demanded, prancing through the room and barely avoiding the carnage. Praying to the angel Asha to watch over him, Morrel collected his thrown knives and hurried after Mizuki, Veldor and Sora taking up the rear. The giant lizard's tail slapped into the far wall and exposed a clear way out of the castle, but Morrel didn't know how far a drop it would be to solid ground. He didn't care; he had to get out.
"Here goes!" Mizuki cried as she leaped out the open space, and Morrel took a deep breath and jumped after her. Relief flooded his mind as he saw that the ground was barely ten feet down, but it felt like a hundred as he tumbled awkwardly across the ground and aggravated his bruises and wounds. Veldor lightly landed on the ground carrying Sora and led the way, the four of them racing across the castle's grounds and away from the raging battle within.
When the castle and its battle drew too distant to see and hear, only then did Morrel and the others stop to settle on the ground and catch their breath.
"Is everyone okay?" Morrel panted, his glasses sliding down his nose. He pushed them back up.
"Yeah, I guess," Mizuki wheezed, her right arm returning to normal. She massaged it, wincing. "Wow, that went by in a blur, didn't it? Such fun!"
"That wasn't fun," Morrel complained, but he admitted a small smile all the same. "I'm just glad Veldor and I got you out of there. I couldn't go on without you."
Mizuki couldn't fight back a smile. "You and your honor. Well, then again, you do need me to help, seeing as I'm stronger than you..."
"Th-that's not true!"
"Maybe it is!"
"No way!"
"What do you think, Sora?"
"Mommy is strongest," stated the Esper homunculi.
"There you go. I'm strongest!" Mizuki declared, settling Sora on her lap.
"That doesn't count!" Morrel objected hotly.
"Shut up, both of you!" Veldor exploded. "We are making too much noise!"
Both Morrel and Mizuki cowered. "Sorry, Veldor," the said in unison.
*o*o*o*o*
Snowy mountains loomed in the early morning sky on Dominaria as Azrael walked confidently across a rocky mountain path, loose pebbles and bits of mountain bushes scattering from his footsteps. Azrael walked with his back straight and his eyes set calmly on the road ahead, but his mind raged. Rohkan deserted me and Maretta is still recovering her strength on Innistrad. I have faith that she can use the native monsters to lure in and destroy our enemies, but it she fails, I stand alone. I can't let that happen. It's time that I meet with him. He is my last chance. Azrael tightened his hands into fists at the thought.
Up ahead loomed another figure, a man as tall as Azrael and considerably bigger. His studded black leather armor creaked slightly as he approached Azrael, a quick grin crossing his face. The man's arms were bare, revealing his weathered skin and bulging muscles, and his hard jawline and steely eyes only enhanced his intimidating appearance. A shock of dark blond hair spiked up from his scalp, reminiscent of the hairstyle that drill instructors of local armies across Dominaria sported. Leather boots encased the man's legs and he wore black trousers of fine quality. A small gray cape fluttered from the man's left shoulder. "We meet at last, Azrael," commented the big man in a deep and smooth timbre. His eyes glinted.
"Nihil," acknowledged Azrael, coming to a halt before the bigger Planeswalker. "The Multiverse's greatest mercenary. I need your help."
"Of course," Nihil nodded. "My minions tell me that you seek four shards of a sphere object. Must be one hell of a sphere."
"At the very least," Azrael agreed, his brown eyes flashing. "The re-assembled Sphere will contain the power of life and death, and there lies my payment offer."
Nihil's eyes widened. "You offer me something greater than coin?"
"Of course. The power of the reconstructed Sphere of Ages will be limitless," Azrael nodded. "I could give you immortality! I hear that the Planeswalkers of old attained immortality with their Sparks, but..."
Nihil nodded again, folding his arms. "But us neowalkers have to make do with mortality. So I've been told. Well, I can work with that! Consider me on the job. I'll get those Sphere shards for you without any trouble. I have minions all over the Multiverse who act as my eyes and ears. Just watch me."
Azrael clapped a hand on Nihil's shoulder. "Excellent. We have work to be done, you and I."
*o*o*o*o*
Cards in this chapter... Voiceless Spirit, Moon Heron, Stitcher's Apprentice, Oblivion Ring, Dream Twist, Snapcaster Mage, Ludevic's Test Subject, Naturalize, Homunculus (creature token), Makeshift Mauler, Tendrils of Corruption, Crystallization, Skaab Goliath, Ludevic's Abomination, Mountain (John Avon)
