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- Then the ocean spat them out, and they hurtled through wind and rain.
- Wind, rain, and, above all, lightning. Whatever the cyst produced, whether it was Urza's armor or the sphere, it attracted lightning. Bolts struck continuously. The air within the sphere turned acrid and odd. It pulled their hair and clothes away from their bodies and set everything aglow with blue-white light. Xantcha lost all sense of north or south and counted herself lucky that she still knew up from down.
- Every few moments the storm paused, as if regrouping its strength for the next assault.
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- Xantcha thought for sure they'd hit the waves, sink, and drown, but the storm wasn't done playing with them. As lightning boiled off the ice, the winds launched them upward again. Xantcha tried to break the cycle, but her efforts were useless. They rose and froze, plummeted, and rose again, not once or twice, but nine times before they fell one last time and found themselves floating on the ocean as the storm passed on to the south.
- The pitch and roll among the choppy waves was the insult after injury.
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- Chapter 22
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