Rakalite

Junior Artificer Sanwell, who a lifetime ago stood with Urza among the ruins of Kroog, found the Lord Protector in his workshop. A great area had been cleared in the center of the room, and a glowing sphere hovered in the center.

The sphere shone with a color unknown to Sanwell, a combination of swirling yellows and greens that seemed to etch their intensity into his eyes so they were still visible even when he screwed his eyes shut against the brilliance.

Lightning danced off the surface of the sphere as it spun, unsupported, in the center of the room.

Sanwell wanted to shout, but Urza noticed him and cut the power to the machine himself. The sphere spat one last arc of greenish lightning, then floated gently to the floor.

Sanwell noted that the Lord Protector's white hair had been standing on end and surmised that his had been as well, within the field of the great device.

"Rakalite," said Urza briefly, grinning, as if the name explained everything. "Works on the same principle as the old amulets of Kroog, wrapping the body in a protective field that nurtures its healing. What do you have?"

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The Brother's War, Chapter 30