Chapter 12

The Shadow's Resurrection

*Note: Once Wizards released the lore for Nahiri, the Lithomancer, I had to work quickly in order to maintain this story's continuity with official WotC storylines. If there are any discrepancies with things that have happened previously in the story, that's probably why; I haven't been able to revise everything yet.

"So who do we have so far?" Julna asked, pacing back and forth.

Thalia consulted the list they'd been making. "Jace, obviously," she replied, "Kiora Atua, Chandra Nalaar, and Vraska. Sorin, Sarkhan Vol, and Nissa Revane are trapped in the other Outlet, Garruk Wildspeaker is on an uncontrollable planeswalker rampage, and Liliana Vess is busy hunting down the demons she made a pact with."

Julna nodded. "Good," he said, "It's a good start."

"And personally, I think we should approach this Gideon Jura. From what I've heard, he's powerful and trying to assemble his own army to defeat the Eldrazi." Thalia frowned as Julna grumbled incoherently. "What problem do you have with him?"

"It's nothing. It's just that the last time I ran into him, he grabbed me with his whip and tried to force me to help fight the Eldrazi with him."

She nodded and returned to the list. "What about Ral Zarek?"

Julna shuddered. "We need him, but I can't be the one to ask him; we don't get along well. Anyone else on Ravnica?"

"Just one, a Gruul beastmaster named Domri Rade. He's young, but he can summon creatures like no other."

Julna nodded, absentmindedly putting one hand on Shadowseer's hilt. Thalia noticed this and asked, "Julna, are you alright? You don't seem like yourself."

He shook his head. "It's most likely nothing. I just can't shake the feeling that something is coming back to haunt me."

"Jace would've told us if there were Orzhov in the area."

"That's not what I mean. Something tells me that I'm about to see something or someone I haven't seen in a long time."

Thalia looked worried. The she smiled and said offhandedly, "Well, I've certainly never seen those clothes you're wearing before."

Julna could tell she was trying to change the subject, but he didn't stop her. Now was not the time for paranoia. "Actually, you have. You remember when I went down to the seamstresses' district the other day? I'd been thinking about something that I wanted to try. I asked for a basic set of clothes, but as the woman wove them, I infused the cloth with shadow and mana. Now, instead of changing clothes, I can just do this."

He said a word, and his outfit reverted to shadow while still covering him. He thought about the outfit he had worn while commanding the shade army, and the shadows immediately coalesced into it.

Thalia raised her eyebrows. "So you can make any outfit you desire. I wonder if you could make it transparent..."

Julna laughed. "I can still take my clothes off, you know..."

It happened very fast. As Julna walked closer to Thalia and reached for the buttons on his shirt, the entire building rumbled. They were thrown to the floor and stayed there until the building stopped shaking.

Julna stumbled as he stood back up. "What was that!? There weren't supposed to be hellkites in this district." He looked out the window. There was nothing in the sky.

But on the ground...

Oh, by Erebos' whip, she found me.

He darted away from the window as a human-sized chunk of rock hurtled upward from her.

"Julna, what is it?" Thalia asked, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"No," he replied gravely, "Not a ghost. Worse."

"Who?"

Before he could answer, the stone door to their room turned into a stone warrior which threw itself at Julna, pinning him to the wall. She walked in close behind it.

She looked furiously at Julna. "It's been much too long, Buras. Did you know that I was looking for you. After, you know, you stole my identity?"

"Julna," Thalia said, her voice filled with fear, "Who is this?"

"You know how I told you that I was the lithomancer who helped Sorin and Ugin?" Julna asked quietly, "I lied. I helped them, but I am not the famous lithomancer; I was her apprentice. I helped her draw out the hedrons for Zendikar, and she taught me lithomancy."

"My name," the Lithomancer said, her voice hard as the stone she manipulated, "Is Nahiri."

She wouldn't let Julna down from the wall. He had to just stay there, trying to explain himself to a horrified Thalia.

Nahiri was not helping. "So, tell her, Julna," she said scathingly, "Explain why everyone thinks you're the lithomancer when we both knew the truth."

Julna sighed and began to explain.

"Let me start with my becoming a planeswalker. At the Dekatia Academy on Theros, one can only become a thaumaturge, the highest level of mage, if the gods themselves recognize you. I had worked hard to master lithomancy, and I prayed every day to Thassa to recognize me, but nothing happened.
"One day, a kraken emerged from off the coast of Meletis. I had been praying at the top of the crags overlooking the ocean at the time. I knew I couldn't get to the city to help the other mages, so, fully expecting to not live through the effort, I summoned all the mana I could and broke the entire cliff face I was standing on. Even as I fell to my death, the avalanche crushed the kraken.

"I woke up on the shore, and I saw Thassa rise up from the ocean. She explained that, seeing my bravery and self-sacrifice, she had recognized me as a thaumaturge. When a thaumaturge is recognized, they are given a gift from the gods. Sometimes its an enchanted weapon, or maybe a special spell only they can use. All Thassa did was touch my forehead. I blacked out again, and when I woke up, I was on Zendikar. Thassa's gift had been to activate my planeswalker spark. I appeared on Zendikar before the Eldrazi were trapped there, so the land wasn't a chaotic landscape. I wandered for days before I happened upon a woman practicing lithomancy." He glanced at Nahiri.

"Go on," was all she said.

"After Nahiri brought me back to full health, I told her what had happened. Imagine my surprise when she said the same thing had happened to her at a time in her life. She explained the concept of planeswalking to me and agreed to teach me more about lithomancy.

"It wasn't long after that when the Eldrazi appeared again. She ran off to help Sorin try and contain them, and I wasn't there when they met Ugin. When Nahiri returned, she enlisted my help shaping the thousands of hedrons needed for Ugin's prison.

"It was around that time that I began hearing a voice in my head. I asked Nahiri about it, if it was something that happened to all planeswalkers, but she said it wasn't. I thought I was going crazy, but the voice stayed, said I wasn't, told me a way that I could have all the glory for Nahiri's help in trapping the Eldrazi. I was young, naive, and hungry to make myself known among the well-established planeswalkers. The voice…"

Julna cut off, as something had just occurred to him.

"What?" Nahiri said angrily, "What is it?"

"The voice…" Julna said, "I just realized something. I can still remember what it sounded like, and now I know what it was. The voice was the voice of Lukarme."

Thalia was astonished, while Nahiri was only confused. "Who is Lukarme?" she asked.

"Lukarme, as far as we can tell, was a shade at some point," Thalia said, "When Julna makes shades, some part of his lithomancy goes into them, and they became stones when they die. Even the most powerful shade Julna created became a stone only as big as a pebble, but Lukarme as we know him is a massive shade stone about as large as my head. He had strange tentacles protruding from the stone, and we don't even want to know what he would have been like as a shade, because even his stone form is more powerful than anything we'd ever seen. When we were on Innistrad, we discovered that he had been possessed by a part of Ulamog."

Nahiri jumped. "One of the Eldrazi Titans?"

"Exactly. Using his sword, Julna managed to kill all of Ulamog."

"All of him?" Nahiri exclaimed.

"Yes," Julna replied, "Even his essence in the Blind Eternities. Ulamog is no more."

"How could your sword possibly do that? What weapon is more powerful than the Eldrazi?"

Julna nodded at Shadowseer. "A weapon forged using three different powers; normal mana, Nyxian magic from Theros, and a sixth mana type that the gods of Theros told me about."

Nahiri was dumbfounded. "A sixth mana type…" she whispered.

"In addition, Shadowseer was made using etherium. I know how you enjoy stoneforging, Nahiri, but if you remember, I never was very good at it. I could only manipulate metal if it was already in substantial amounts. That's why it took so long for me to create a sword that wasn't just normal metal; I needed to find a metal that was already itself magical."

"And etherium would absorb and take on the properties of any magic you gave it, effectively doubling the magic inside it. I never expected to say this again, but that's brilliant."

"Yes, well, back to what Thalia was saying. After we freed Lukarme from Ulamog, he revealed that he had been the one making prophecies about someone called the Shadow's Seneschal all around Ravnica. His power was enough that he can see into the future, but now I realize just how far his sight went; he was manipulating me before I even came near him!

"Anyway, Lukarme told me how to perform a special lithomantic spell that only blue mages could cast. Nahiri uses white mana, and I use blue, and blue can be used much more effectively on things to do with the mind. After Nahiri and I delivered the hedrons to Sorin and Ugin, and after they had set up the prison, I waited in the Blind Eternities while they drew the Eldrazi there. When I reentered the plane, Ugin was gone, but Nahiri and Sorin were still there. I had prepared two special stones imbued with the spell. After Nahiri and Sorin split up, I slammed one of the stones into the plane, erasing all memory of Nahiri from it. Then I followed Sorin, knocked him out, and placed the second stone at the base of his neck. This one duplicated all memories of Nahiri and Sorin's interactions and gave them to me. It then erased Nahiri from the memories and replaced them with me.

"I've been with these memories for so long that, for a time, I actually believed that I was her. But always, in the back of my mind, I understand that, no matter how much Sorin and I talked about what he thought were interactions with me, Nahiri was who he really remembered."

"And when I found out," Nahiri said, "I tried to hunt him, but he had already ran back to Theros, which was a plane that I had never visited and did not know how to find."

"Believe me, Nahiri," Julna said pleadingly, still pinned to the wall by Nahiri's stoneborn, "I've changed. I'm trying to rectify my mistake."

"Oh, really?" she sneered, "I've asked everyone who knew anything about it, and I'm here to tell you Julna, that spell is irreversible. You erased my identity and you expect me to forgive you? What could you possibly do to counterbalance this!?"

"Destroy the Eldrazi."

She froze, eyes widening in shock. "You're insane," she said, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself than him, "It's impossible. I've tried."

"It's not impossible, Nahiri," Thalia said, "Julna has a way."

"Oh really? What?"

"I can't tell you," Julna said, "The Eldrazi are breaking out of their prison and are infiltrating all planes. They might be able to overhear what we say. All I can tell you is that we need to recruit as many planeswalkers as we possibly can."

Nahiri stared at him in disbelief. She made a gesture, and the stoneborn crumbled to dust. Julna fell to the ground.

"You think that the solution is just to have more planeswalkers?" she demanded, "You think Sorin, Ugin, and I, didn't think of that? You would need an army of planeswalkers! Where would you get all of them?"

"Actually, I've recruited a lot already, but no, Nahiri, I won't need an army. Ugin recruited you and Sorin because of your wide array of talents; If I can recruit enough planeswalkers with different specialties, that will do it. I'm sure of it."

"And how could you possibly be so sure!?"

Because, Lukarme's voice said out of nowhere, He has consulted me about it, and I agree with his plan.

Nahiri stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide with fear. Who was that? she mouthed.

I am Lukarme, Lukarme said, sounding amused, And you think that, with all my power, you can avoid me by simply not speaking? For someone with your experience, Nahiri, you still have a lot to learn.

"Where are you?" she asked, trembling.

Not on Ravnica, that's for sure. Technically, I am not even in the Multiverse, but that doesn't matter. I am here, and I am watching.

"That reminds me," Julna said, speaking to Lukarme, "Why didn't you warn me that Nahiri was in the area, Lukarme?"

Because she is a part of your search as well. Nahiri must be there, or all is lost.

Julna looked at Nahiri expectantly. She was still in shock. "Me!?" she said incredulously, "Why me? My hedrons didn't work the first time; what makes you think they'll work again?"

Because I know that you need to be there. I don't know why; my power of prescience isn't good enough to see that detail, but I do know that without you, the Eldrazi will not fall.

"This is absurd!" Nahiri shouted, "Why should I listen to something that I can't see?"

A low rumbling began to sound in the room. It wasn't an earthquake; nothing was shaking. A rip in the universe, completely black in color, opened in the middle of the room. There was a flash of light, and the rip was gone. In its place was Lukarme.

Nahiri approached him, all derisiveness gone. "What are you?"

Exactly what Julna described me to be. Nahiri, you must join with Julna, or the Eldrazi will destroy the Multiverse and move on.

"Move on? But the Multiverse is everything."

No, it is not. He gave her a much more brief explanation of the Infinite than he had given to Julna.

"Another Multiverse outside of this one?" she said in awe.

Yes, and the Eldrazi are trying to break out of the Multiverse and take over at least a part of the Infinite. It is imperative that we do not let this happen.

Nahiri nodded. "Fine," she said, turning back to Julna, "What do we do?"

She wandered through the fields, desperately trying to remember who she was. It was her daily battle, if days could be used as a measure of time in this place. She dimly remembered the concept of day and night, but after so long being here, in this underground field of nothingness, she could not remember specifics. How long was the day, and how long was the night? What made them different?

Perhaps her mind would be more lucid if she were still alive. That one fact remained ingrained in her spirit mind; she was dead, and there was nothing more she could do about it. Athreos had taken her across the river, Erebos himself had judged where she was to go. She did not remember much of the experience, except that there was some sort of gravity that pulled her toward the god of the underworld.

Who was she? Her mind was prone to wander, now that it was not encased in flesh. Universal conundrums were open to its scrutiny, but the freedom of her mind did not make it more adept at solving these puzzles than when she was alive.

A dim memory awakened. Something about… she struggled to picture it in her mind's eye. A sword. Yes, a sword and a spear. Something about them seemed similar, but she could not place what. Were they the same thing? A sword that had gained a shaft and become a spear?

Something about that seemed important, but, like so many other things, the spirit of Elspeth Tirel could not think of how.

Something intruded upon her solitude. What was this? She had never, not once, even ran into another spirit in this place; they were said to be completely alone, unaware of each other. Who was this? It was a man, dressed all in black save for his cloak, which was blue and covered in glowing runes. He approached her, and there was a sort of gravity to him too; something about the man pulled her towards him.

"So there you are," he said, "Elspeth Tirel, or what is left of you."

She could not speak, for spirits communicate in other ways than through words.

The man seemed puzzled for a moment at her lack of a reply, but realization soon dawned on him. "Ah, of course," he said, "Spirits don't communicate like this." He spoke a few words, and something glowing white sprang from his feet. "Niredlaf, would you be so kind as to interpret for us?"

Don't be afraid, the white spirit said, This man is here to help you.

How can he help me? Elspeth asked, speaking in the ways of spirits, I am dead.

"Yes, that is true," the man said, "But, like all things, that can be reversed."

I do not want to become one of those returned, those corpses who claw their way back to life. If that is all that you offer me, be on your way.

The man shook his head. "No, a zombie is not what I need. Are you aware of the magic of the gods, their secret language and spells that accomplish great things?"

I have heard rumors, but no more. What are these spells you speak of?

The man snapped his fingers, and a weapon, blindingly brilliant, appeared in his hands. She could not get a clear look at it because of the light emanating from it.

How is this possible? Elspeth asked in wonder, Are you a god, to craft a weapon after their kind?

The man laughed. "No, I am not a god, although I seem more and more like one. I am a man who managed to get his hands on the god's language and their spells.

Elspeth hissed. You stole them?

"Only because I had to."

I do not want to take part in any stolen magic.

"I'm afraid I can't take no for an answer. Don't you want to be alive again? I know how you died, Elspeth, and I know that it was not justified. You call yourself a mage of the white mana, yet you do not fight for justice when the need arises?"

She thought about this. The man was right; Heliod had killed her after she single-handedly saved the plane of Theros. How was that right?

"Did I mention that Ajani would be overjoyed to have you back?"

She gasped. Ajani. How could she have forgotten about him? The Asphodel Fields had sapped her memories. Well, no longer.

Very well, she said, What is this spell that will return me to my body?

The man smiled. "It won't return you to your body, Elspeth. I plan to make a new one for you."

"And just how do you expect to make her a new body?" Nahiri asked as Julna stepped off Athreos' Ferry on the living side of the river.

"The same way I made mine," Julna responded, "But not with etherium. The original spell creates a mortal body by using pure iron. I'm going to need a lot of it. How much do you think you can find?"

Nahiri scoffed. "I taught you lithomancy, Julna, and I'm the best stoneforger in the Multiverse. I'm sure it won't be too hard to find as much iron as you need. Now, remind me again why Elspeth Tirel is important enough to bring back from the dead? She's just one planeswalker."

"Her revival is the key to gaining the others' loyalty. Ajani Goldmane is so overcome with grief that he doesn't want anything to do with us. If we can bring him back Elspeth, he'll be grateful enough to join us. Besides, she killed a god, Nahiri. We could use someone with that level of strength."

Nahiri nodded. "So what do we do first?"

"Normally, I'd go to Erebos and ask permission to work this sort of magic in his realm, but the gods seem to be afraid of me. I do have Shadowseer, after all. They know that I could kill them if I wanted to."

"Will you?"

"Of course not!" Julna scoffed, "Theros needs its gods; the only reason Elspeth killed Xenagos was because he had made himself a god."

"So what will we do?"

"You need to gather the iron for the spell. I need to go to Innistrad."

Nahiri frowned. "Why Innistrad?"

"The spell needs a magical being's blood to make the body's flesh. I've found that vampire blood is the best, as it's a mix of many different beings. A sangromancer vampire would have the best blood, but I've only ever had one vial of that, and I used it for my own body."

"So that's all I have to do? Gather iron?"

Julna thought for a moment. "Actually, there is something else."

"Anything. Just gathering metal will take almost no time at all."

"Elspeth's weapon, Godsend, is in pieces all over Theros. We need to reforge it."
"Just how many shards?"

"I don't know, but with your lithomancy it should be easier to find. We'll need to bring them back here, as well as Elspeth's death mask."

"Death mask?"

"All the dead on Theros are buried wearing funerary masks to hide their faces. It just so happens that the two jewels of Godsend are the eyes of Elspeth's mask. You can home in on those jewels, can you?"

"I probably can."

"Good. I'll help search for the shards as soon as I get the blood."

Nahiri agreed, and Julna used Urza's cloak to travel to Innistrad.

He wasted no time while he was there. He had appeared back in Thraben, but he wanted to avoid Avacyn; she would slow him down. He ducked into Thalia's house and grabbed an empty bottle from one of her cupboards.

Where was the best place to find a vampire? He could find the Voldarens, but they weren't very easy to track. Stromkirk would be best.

Julna used his cloak to travel to the villages under Stromkirk's jurisdiction. He thought that towns controlled by vampires would be dreary places where the townspeople lived in fear, but that wasn't what he saw. For a vampirically controlled place, the people looked happy. Julna found the cause of it a blocks from where he appeared. The people were congregating in the cathedral of Avacyn.

Of course, Julna thought. The presence of Avacyn would make the people more hopeful for the future.

"You there!" a voice called from behind Julna, "Stop!"
Julna turned around and saw a vampire. Well, that would save him the trouble of finding one. "I do not recognize you," the vampire continued, "And unauthorized citizens are fair game for vampires!" He shot forward, running at an inhuman speed, jaws agape, intent on sinking his teeth into Julna's shoulder.

As if.

Julna dodged easily, his etherium body giving him reflexes equal in speed to the vampire's. The vampire looked confused. Obviously his prey had never been able to evade him before.

"How…?" he said, trailing off. He shook his head and lunged again. Julna dodged just as easily.

The vampire growled in frustration. "Who are you?" he asked.

Julna smiled. "Someone to be reckoned with." He drew Shadowseer and slashed, making a cut in the vampire's arm. He didn't want to kill it; he only needed a cut large enough to give a substantial amount of blood. Julna conjured a ball of Æther mana and threw it at the vampire, neutralizing his supernatural abilities for a while. This made Julna much faster; he unstoppered the bottle he'd retrieved from Thalia's house and held it under the vampire's wound, catching the blood.

It had taken a much shorter length of time to collect the blood than Julna had thought; he hadn't counted on finding a vampire so quickly. Oh well, who was he to complain about quick completion? He lifted his cloak and travelled back to Theros.

Apparently Nahiri was moving quickly as well. She had already gathered a substantial amount of iron from the ground; the nodule was as big as a horse. She was standing nearby, eyes closed, and he could feel her lithomancy searching through the ground for more ore.

"That's plenty, Nahiri," Julna called as he approached. Her eyes flew open and the lithomancy stopped. "That's plenty of iron for our needs. Any luck finding the shards of Godsend?"

"No," she said, sounding frustrated, "I can't find any hint of magical metal anywhere. It'd be much easier if I had a piece of it already as a frame of reference."

"Well, let's proceed with the resurrection. Maybe then Elspeth could help us."

The man came back, interrupting Elspeth's isolation again. It wasn't a bother; she wasn't sure how long she'd spent wandering Asphodel alone, so she welcomed any change to the monotony.

He wasn't alone. Elspeth saw a woman with white hair and skin, but surprisingly dark eyes, with him. She was not familiar, but then again, she couldn't remember much of anything from when she had lived. Her spirit may not have been sumberged in the river of Phenax's domain, which made all who entered it forget their life, but it came close. She remembered the sword-spear, she remembered someone named Ajani, but not much else.

"Elspeth Tirel," the white-haired woman said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

The white spirit once again sprang from the man's feet, allowing her to communicate with the living. Who are you? Elpseth asked.

The woman chuckled. "You're very direct, aren't you? My name is Nahiri, and I am a lithomancer."

Elspeth nodded, pretending to understand what that meant. Why are you here? Have you now come to bring me back to life?

The man nodded. "That we have, Elspeth."

Where is this new body you have made for me?

"We're going to create it now, away from the prying eyes of Heliod or the gods. I imagine that he wouldn't be too happy about me using god magic to revive someone he killed."

Elspeth shuddered; her death was something she remembered clearly, at least, she remembered the cold metal of the sword-spear sliding through her body.

Please do not speak of it, she asked.

The man raised his eyebrows. "Very well then. Nahiri, the iron."

Nahiri closed her eyes, and an enormous lump of metal appeared in front of her. Elspeth was confused. What will this metal accomplish?

"You've heard the stories of how the gods created humans on this plane. Iron was the metal of choice for a base."

He and Nahiri closed their eyes, concentrating on something. The lump of metal writhed, like a living thing, and large chunks began to fall away. What remained began to fashion into rods, which connected themselves together.

No, not rods. Bones. They were crafting a skeleton out of metal.

It was much easier to fashion a skeleton out of iron than etherium. With iron, Julna could go as fast as he liked without worrying about the metal incorporating the properties of foreign mana. He and Nahiri quickly shaped the iron into a skeleton, making sure each bone was at least roughly represented. Julna did have to grudgingly admit that Nahiri had a much larger eye for detail; his etherium skeleton had been rather rough around the edges, but with Nahiri helping, the skeleton looked like it had just recently been transmuted from bone itself.

Elspeth's spirit inspected it. This will be my body? It's an iron skeleton.

"Yes," Julna agreed, "But not for long. When I introduce this," he held up the bottle of vampire blood, "to it, the iron will become bones and the blood will become flesh. It's how the gods created humans on this plane in the first place."

Elspeth apparently hadn't gotten fully accustomed to the fact that Julna was using forbidden magic. She had shuddered slightly, barely enough for Julna to see.

Julna took the bottle of blood and began to chant in the divine language. As he did, he poured both the blood and a steady stream of white mana into the skeleton. The flesh grew, shaping itself around the skeleton, and the iron turned to white bone.

Before he began Elspeth's transfer, he told Nahiri, "Better find something to clothe her with. It was rather awkward when I first did this to myself."

Nahiri nodded. She took off her cloak and spread it over the body. Julna resumed chanting, directing Elspeth's spirit into the body they had created.

The body came into sharper focus; the face, which had barely been defined, came into detail, looking precisely as Elspeth's had. Hair grew from the scalp, the exact color of Elspeth's before she died. Strange; that hadn't happened with Julna. He realized that it was because he had a frame of reference from which to work. He hadn't really known what he himself looked like; he had seen his reflection in the mirror, but the mind cannot construct its own face as easily as it can someone else's. He knew what Elspeth was supposed to look like, so that's what she appeared as.

Elspeth sat up, looking at herself in amazement.

"Incredible," she whispered, "I'm alive again." She pressed her hand to her forehead, as if in pain. "All the memories… they're coming back. Ajani! He needs to know what happened to me!"

"Shh," Julna soothed, "Calm down. First things first, we need to find you some clothes. Any will do; I've figured out a way to make a set of clothes for all occasions."

"What do we do after that?" Nahiri asked.

"You work with Elspeth to find Godsend."

"And what about you?"

"I need to train Thalia some more; she needs it if she's going to help us. Besides, she's the only one who can persuade some of the more stubborn Ravnica planeswalkers to join us. Ral Zarek can't stand the sight of me."

"And you think she can?"

"Well, I know for a fact that the Gruul only revere power. I think it would make much more of an impact if they were defeated and persuaded by a delicate woman. I also, um, offended them too."

Nahiri rolled her eyes. "Is there anyone you haven't offended?" she asked, exasperated.

Julna thought. "Let's see… Gideon Jura? No, I rejected his plea for help the first time. Lazav and Mirko Vosk want me dead, Teysa Karlov and the Obzedat want me dead… No one comes to mind."

Nahiri sighed. "Just go then. Let the women do all the work."

Julna scoffed. "If you remember teaching me at all, you'll remember that having an apprentice is hard work as well." He raised his cloak, chanted, and was whisked away, back to Ravnica.