faced with her strange destiny, the glissa and her companions must travel though the metal world of mirrodin, seeing the mysterious being at the heart of the world.
what does he want with glissa? what role do the sinister vedalken play in the drama that is unfolding beneath the moons? and what are the three treasures that glissa must now find to fulfill her quest and avenge her parent’s death?
jess lebow continues the story of a search that leads to the very center of mirrodin.
chapter 1
alone in his laboratory, memnach closed the latch on the arm cuff and finished strapping hiself in. a giant humming construct covered by tubes and funnels crouched high over his bulbous frame. "yes,yes," he said "everything is working properly." memnarch eyed the straps and glittering lights covering the artifact. "so much effort for something so simple," he said. "world it have taken so much if you had built it?" he listened. "I thought not." he cleared his throat and fingered a tiny lever. gergantuan articulated arms on the back of the device unfolded then unfolded again. they moved with a practiced precision, a simple grace that belied their size and the bulky tubes attached. the metallic limbs enveloped memnarch in his cushioned restrants. they buzzed with magical power. "you see that," he said, admiring the leather straps that held his body. "these bonds, memnarch, endure in your name. the self-imprisonment of worship. if ever you doubted, now you know. memnarch is a true disciple." memnarch’s right appendage moved. three red beams issued from each of the memnarch’s arms, crisscrossing his flesh.