"When did you ignite it?"
Raymond asked with a grave expression.
At that moment, he stood beneath the mostly completed Trans-Spacetime Beacon Tower, looking up at hundreds of thousands of New Phyrexian Creations continuously assembling intricate metal structures so that the tower's peak could reach the Planeswalker's Spark floating at the highest point.
Because of the distance, the ignited Spark looked like nothing more than a faint speck of light. Anyone with even slightly poor eyesight might have overlooked it entirely.
But as a Planeswalker, Raymond could sense the immense energy within it.
That energy came from the faint connections it had established with tens of thousands of planes across the entire Multiverse, and it was also what allowed it to sustain such consumption indefinitely.
Otherwise, when one Spark collided with another and ignited, the energy stored within would soon be exhausted and extinguished.
"Uh... about fourteen days ago. Also, Jin-Gitaxias ignited this Spark. It had absolutely nothing to do with me."
Diary carefully gave an exact number.
"Fourteen days? You went fourteen whole days without even thinking to inform me?"
Raymond spun around abruptly, his gaze terrifying.
Diary hurriedly defended itself. "You can't blame me.
There hadn't been any problems before this.
Jin-Gitaxias and I caught almost every Planeswalker who came through. Not a single one got away by luck.
And we even gathered more than fifteen Planeswalker's Sparks for you.
Most importantly, Jin-Gitaxias's research was nearing its end. He would soon be able to create compleated Planeswalkers.
We both knew this was the key to New Phyrexia surpassing Old Phyrexia, and one of the necessary bargaining chips for winning the War of the Spark.
I had no reason not to support him."
But Raymond showed no mercy. He grabbed Diary by the neck and demanded, "Do you know