"How many planes and universes have we discovered so far? And how many have we directly infiltrated and brought under our control?"
Raymond stared at the vast projected star chart, its web of connections centered on the Planar Tree, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
Unlike Yawgmoth, the creator and ruler of Old Phyrexia,
he had never felt any strong urge to expand or bring about All Will Be One. Nor did he think filling the entire Multiverse with Phyrexian Oil would be a good thing.
Likewise, he did not believe he had some responsibility, obligation, or ridiculous sense of mission to force others to accept his ideas, then congratulate himself for "sowing the seeds of civilization."
So after Raymond seized control of Phyrexian Oil, he deliberately stripped away its most powerful and most feared abilities: active infection and Compleation.
Instead, he spread it across thousands upon thousands of worlds as a convenient tool any species or civilization could use.
Unless he or a Praetor like Jin-Gitaxias reactivated those abilities, worlds encountering Phyrexian Oil for the first time would only be delighted. They would think Fate and the gods had favored them, never suspecting the terrifying destructive power those viscous liquids, poised between matter and energy, could unleash.
That was precisely why Phyrexian Oil kept spreading through the Multiverse every moment.
Without someone dedicated to tracking the figures, even Raymond himself had little idea how far his influence extended.
Jin-Gitaxias raised a finger sharp as a sickle and gently swept it across the projected star chart.
In an instant!
The points of light, previously scattered across the Planar Tree's branches, began sorting themselves into visible order.
The brightest, most dazzling ones rose to the top, while the dimmest, including those that barely glowed at all, sank to the bottom.
There were