Liliana usually felt like death. She embraced it long ago, took it into her soul, stitched it with her Planeswalker spark, woven it into every shred of magical power within her. Death already cast a very long shadow over her.

And now it was closer still, practically breathing down her neck. The call of the Void was loud around her, almost deafening.

She startled when Stark's voice came in through the doorway, tensed a moment like she might flee, and then relaxed when she recognized Stark's voice and shrugs, a little weakly.