The giant of metal, feeder of souls
The vast desert of Thunder Juction. The foreman said, that in this plane, many treasures could be found. Sangrinite, feeded by the dead of dinosaurs. Holy white metals, wich could protect thems from demons.
Just talltales, as I learned. Lies, to attract us into this forgotten land.
I worked in these mines, around the mesas, by half a year. Seeking out veins of metals or gold. Any valour of worth. I haven`t meet the sea, like for two months.
The waters, riches and vast, became an precious treasure in the vast canyons. I was boring by the routine, go down, search, mine and return. Alway the same. But boredome, came thanks to safety....
Of all my years, assaulting forbidden temples of Ixalan. Never in my worst nightmares, I could have imagined such monster.
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It was an starry night, without the light of the moon. It was one of the few beauties of this world. The starlight, bathing the sky as schools of fishes, as reef-corrals.
I was in the outpost Wurm`s Burrow, alongside Hidalgo, an expert in explosions, and other two goblins, who worked in the wacthtowers. An few others, whose names I never cared to learn.
As usual, is was deep in the tunnels, coughing to the dust. We found veins of copper and iron. Usefull for making armour and weapons. Tought, I heard some strange ideas regarding copper. Something about, guiding electricity. I could heard as the foreman screamed out orders, an few fools shinging santies, the picking and hits to the stone. It was annoying
The sensation of boredom, who almost engulfed me like an boa, was gone, when I noticed an void in the chorus. The foreman, went silent.
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An new instrument joined the chorus. Loud metal, screeching as if scarring the deads, stomping full of hatred to the ground.
I dared to look, to go into the tunnel`s entrance. Outside of the outpost, I found the lifeless body of my compatrios.
Limps, quiet, lifeless. No wounds tought. It was, like if they went into a eternal sleep. Soon, I found the why.
The screeching, they were getting louder. As a scream, accompained thems. I saw Hilda, an miner, being held up to the sky, by an wicked claw of metals.
An phyrexians? No, the body werent changed. They werent infected. They what?
I saw, how the machine, unfurled black dusts, fiery smokes, around Hilga. As they, pulled back, her breath. Her own breath, her souls!!!
Oh the screams. That horrible and walling screams. Of the thounsands, thounsands of miserables, screaming from that machine.
As that giant of metal, finished its meal. It turned to me. An stranged figure. An four armed being, with an long tail, was watching me, behind an window. An monster, an devil from hell!!!
For my luck, an loud boom was heard. The damn goblins, are finally doing their job.
As the monsters, changed its focus to the cannons. I took my bag with the goods, with the money of the bodies, and I ran.
And I ran as far as I could. Far away, from than cursed coffin of metal.
Far away, from that scaly demon of hell. My breath, was my own. And it will always be, mine.
