For Planeswalkers, the use of the Power of Time and Space was an instinctive skill, much like breathing.
So even though he had only just been born and had received no professional guidance whatsoever, Kaisa quickly grasped some of the tricks.
After roughly experimenting with it for a while,
he successfully returned to Dominaria World through that power capable of traversing worlds.
Standing on the damp yet scorched ground, he saw only a swamp.
A swamp carrying a faint briny scent.
Kaisa also spotted several strange sea fish flopping about nearby.
The sky, meanwhile, was a sheet of pure white.
Countless thumb-sized snowflakes drifted down without end.
If the nearby seawater had not been flowing so rapidly, he had no doubt this place would already have become a frozen wasteland.
Even so, a thin layer of ice still covered the surroundings.
It constantly froze together, only to be continually smashed apart by the ocean currents.
Looking at this sight,
Kaisa's first thought was, Where is this?
Only after using his still-unfamiliar spacetime abilities to shift to several more locations, and recognizing various somewhat familiar ruined remains, did he gradually realize that this was actually the continent where he had once lived...
Standing at the edge of a cliff, gazing at the enormous pit in the distance—hundreds of thousands of meters deep and spanning hundreds of millions of square kilometers, like a sinkhole leading to another world as it endlessly swallowed seawater and marine life—Kaisa felt a heaviness settle in his heart.
At the very center of that sinkhole was where he had fought Mishra...
When he connected that with the drastic changes in Dominaria World's climate,
he finally understood just what kind of damage his desperate act of completely detonating the Divine Artifact—Same Omen—had inflicted upon this world...
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