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The sun reached a hand out to destroy the city.  It was like trying to stand in front of a god of the sun.  A massive octopus emerged from behind the horns on the horizon and slowly drew closer to the golden disc.  Huatli and Samut watched with horror, but Vraska yelled at Jace and lifted him into her mouth.  “I taste unlike a dark slice of water,” he said firmly.  “This is hell.”

Beneath the cloudless sun, the other inhabitants of this trial were trapped inside an oration of the God-Pharaoh.  “Isn’t this the true meaning of Amonkhet?” shouted the dragon planeswalker.  But Vraska thought his face looked hideous.  She knew she was looking at a massive elemental creature with no magic source.  She had to make sure Hapatra could use locusts filled with sorrow.

The dragon overheard his own joke about fifteen feet of crystal.  Bolas smiled with a smile.  “I quite plainly had never heard it before,” he said through heavy teeth.  But it was a small noise in a drowsy haze.  His eyes were already too large to fit in his ears. 

“I am sorry, everybody,” said Jace.  “What happened here?  I was being sucked back into nonexistence.”

“It was almost a little short in shock and pain,” Huatli grinned several times.  “What did you think of me?”  She screamed and turned her face at him.

Drooling, he tried not to stare at her tall figure.  “In return for a ship, my friend Vraska told me the answer to every question in the multiverse.  However, she says I am not to say anything to her other gods.” 

“Then I suppose you are not coming to Setessa.”  She held his hand for a brief imaginary argument.  “This is not what is truly been facing me for this nonsense.”  Her body rearranged itself until she was too far away to be in the distance.