TWO HUNTERS (PART 1)

Timing.  Distance.  Reflex.  Stance.

Elesh Norn will devour the multiverse.  With a dogmatic, devoted belief in her own version of semi-biological perfection, her armies of innumerable horrors, angels and porcelain-clad nights have spread through an infinite distance, across the blind eternities, all at once.

No Phyrexian Praetor has ever compelled their fellow Praetor generals to take such an aggressive posture against so many war fronts at once, and across such great distance.  But Norn knows that a hidden danger is emerging to resist her, and that she must lead her war machine now, before their opportunity is closed by resourceful humans and prideful angels awakened after eons.

Not optimal.  No matter.  Norn’s conquest will not be denied. 

The skies rip open as their grand cosmic vehicle, the realmbreaker tree, pierces the veil of the blind eternities and spreads the will of Phyrexia across all.

But one of her Generals, normally alive with bloodlust, is bored.  His might limbs coil in advance of blood, as they always do, but his mind is far away. Sometimes the journey - the hunt, the pursuit, the catharsis - is what matters, and the greatest crowns feel like stones. 

TO BE CONTINUED …