Shandalar was a highly mysterious plane, a place where mana was abnormally abundant, plentiful, and could even flow freely.
However, because its entrance connecting to the Dark Void was highly unusual and changed almost constantly, only a very small number of Planeswalkers had entered this world by chance.
Only Planeswalkers who had entered before and remembered its spatial coordinates, or simply created a Land Card, were qualified to come and go freely.
Otherwise, even if they had heard of this place, it was difficult to find that entrance whose location was constantly shifting.
Most Planeswalkers who had never been here probably knew Shandalar only through Liliana, the Artifact she found here—the Chain Veil—and the race that forged it, the Onakke.
Then there were the Slivers, known as "calamity candidates," and their ever-expanding population.
At this moment, Nahiri was dragging her injured body forward slowly and unsteadily along a rugged mountain path.
A full seventy hours had passed since she woke up. She had barely eaten anything, only drinking a little spring water. She looked both miserable and exhausted.
After personally witnessing Nicol Bolas completely destroy the Ixalan Plane, the Lithoforming Sorceress had immediately activated her Planeswalker's Spark and escaped before losing consciousness.
But the violent shockwaves caused by the entire plane's explosion had knocked her unconscious in the Dark Void.
By the time she woke up, she was already in this dangerous and unknown plane.
Had she awakened a few seconds later, she might have been torn apart and eaten by a patrolling Sliver, becoming one of the most pathetic Planeswalkers to ever die.
Fortunately!
Nahiri had reacted quickly enough. Before it could open its mouth full of sharp feeding appendages and bite through her neck, she had used Lithoforming to encase it in solid rock, narrowly avoiding becoming Sliver