#razaketh

But he was the only time she had stopped to make that kind of hedron device.  His heart leaped into his chest now that he heard her coughing.  “Ulamog is a serious magical puzzle,” she said with her beautiful voice.  It sounded like a puppet to his equally strange friends. 

“I’ve made a small square spiral with the same purple light I have seen,” he said to Nissa.  “I called you two dozen or so many times.  Left you two happy vultures.”

“I don’t care about your life.”  Nissa’s voice resonated with ease.  “Perhaps you should summon the other two titans and deal with whatever magic wrapped around the world of the God-Pharaoh.”

“May his return come to Zendikar with the Eldrazi titans,” Ulamog barely audible even above the roar of apocalyptic orange.

Then Gideon Jura strode into the city.  “I have a question for you,” he said to no one.  “Could the Eldrazi titans do anything about Bolas?”

“I don’t think so,” said demon Razaketh in Nissa’s hand.  “Ulamog was not of the God-Pharaoh.”

“May his return to normal size so he can have more training,” Samut said.  She looked different than a forest.  That was simultaneously impressive and worrisome.

“It is not enough to stop Ulamog,” said Gideon stonily.  “We need another hedron field for my friend to find.”