Declining Fortunes

Being beaten down was an exceptionally unpleasant experience.

Being beaten down for N years, however, was an experience painful enough to make one's balls ache.

Dominaria World.

Ever since Phyrexia World, led by Yogmoth, had invaded this place, it had become a meat grinder.

Every single day, at least tens of millions of Lifeforms died amid all manner of chaos.

And those days had already continued for a full thousand years.

Under such circumstances, as though its blood were being drained away drop by drop, Dominaria World was gradually weakening.

Phyrexia World, meanwhile, only grew more and more frenzied.

It did not care in the slightest about so-called losses.

Perhaps to vent the dissatisfaction in his heart, Yogmoth had even deliberately adopted the tactic of a dull blade slowly sawing through flesh.

He wanted to torment every lifeform here to death, bit by bit!

Millions of varieties of viruses were deployed here day and night at his command.

In certain regions, an ordinary person could contract a disease whose symptoms required an entire book to catalogue merely by taking a breath of air.

In such an utterly perilous environment—

Perhaps because this long and bloody war had stirred Dominaria World's potential to life—

Heroic figures emerged one after another throughout those years, only to die one after another as well.

There were so many of them that even steles recording glory could not carve all their names upon them.

Some had saved the entire war through their own strength alone.

Others had risen from poverty and forcibly fought their way onto the commander's throne through sheer merit...

Their existence—

Had they lived in earlier times, every one of them would have been an epic hero celebrated in songs of their own.

But in this vast war that involved the entire