Phyrexia

Hundreds of years.

This was the time counted from the day Nidhogg was born.

After weathering those long years.

Phyrexia

This artificial world ruled by Yogmoth had finally ushered in a new chapter.

At this moment.

A colossal flesh-and-metal machine, triangular in shape and made from vast amounts of metal and flesh, stood in an empty plaza.

It was called the Time-Space Teleporter.

It was Yogmoth's greatest masterpiece, the result of nearly a thousand years spent researching the Power of Time and Space.

Following Yogmoth's will.

Powered by Glistening Oil—the blood of Phyrexia—it was officially activated!

After layer upon layer of spell formations.

A jet-black ray shot from its sharp tip!

Then, once that straight black beam stopped climbing upward.

A strange flash of red light flickered through its middle.

The straight black beam immediately split apart down the center, like a curtain being pulled aside, transforming into a passageway!

Just like that.

Under Yogmoth's watchful gaze.

A gigantic black Space Door appeared in the plaza.

Not long after.

An incomparably familiar breath of air surged through from the other side of the Space Door.

After taking a light sniff.

Yogmoth's face was filled with nostalgia.

He could not help murmuring softly:

"Dominaria, my homeland, I can finally sense your existence once again..."

With a nostalgic look on his face.

His upper body was human-like, while his lower body resembled a gigantic scorpion. He slowly took several steps forward.

Around Yogmoth stood his former compatriots.

After pledging themselves to him.

They had undergone countless modifications. Their eyes had long since vanished, and their bodies were covered in all manner of blades and poisonous sores.

Their race had changed from Sollans into Phyrexians.

At present, although they too rejoiced at the Time Travel Device's success.

After sensing the excitement of their