As everyone knew, a Planeswalker's hunger for energy was etched into their bones, even into their souls.
The moment their Spark ignited, they became like burning torches, needing a constant supply of energy to sustain their existence.
And when their mana pools ran dry, an intense, uncontrollable thirst took hold.
Nahiri was in exactly that state now.
She had never touched soul energy before, something ordinary people considered taboo. But once she tasted its indescribable sweetness, she went from passively accepting it to actively demanding more.
Her frenzy and greed made her forget everything around her. Lost in the pleasure, she completed her transformation without even noticing.
Raymond had sensed that subtle shift and seized the chance to pull her in completely.
From the moment the lithomancer began drawing in that soul energy, she had stepped onto a path with no return and bound herself tightly to him.
Now Nahiri was immersed from head to toe in soul energy. The Planeswalker's Spark in her chest flashed ceaselessly, while runes of Baator's evil spread outward from it, forming beautiful, mysterious red patterns across her neck, cheeks, arms, and back.
Judging by her reaction, every active Land Card she had possessed during the battle with Nicol Bolas had likely been wiped out. They were all in the Graveyard, recovering.
That explained why an Ancient Planeswalker like her was so weak.
Without those Land Card connections, she could not draw abundant Spell Power from her home, the Zendikar Plane. She had to scrape together what little she could absorb from her surroundings. There was no way her recovery could be fast.
"So...
"Elder Dragon Planeswalkers like Nicol Bolas and Ugin must possess some way to clear out Land Cards.
"Their strategy against each other must be to eliminate their opponent's Land Cards first,