"Ha ha ha ha!
Mother Boxes!
We finally got the Mother Boxes!
And all three of them!
My dear Vashtorr, do you know what this means?"
Inside a massive laboratory on the Mirrodin Plane, Jin-Gitaxias let out a shrill, ear-piercing, almost hysterical laugh.
Normally, New Phyrexian Creations were known for being composed, calm, even cold. They rarely displayed excessively intense emotions in public, and even the highly intelligent, emotional Praetors were no exception.
But now, this Blue Praetor was acting like a madman. It was obvious just how thrilled and exhilarated he was.
Vashtorr grinned beside him. "It means we can begin the ascension plan. But before that, there is one small problem we need to resolve."
"Oh? What is it?"
Jin-Gitaxias stopped laughing and turned to stare at his like-minded partner.
"Permission from the great Father of New Phyrexia. Surely you do not think the two of us alone can decide something like this?"
Vashtorr was clearly more cautious and rule-abiding than Jin-Gitaxias.
The reason was simple!
When he had been a Demigod in the Warp of the Warhammer Universe, he had always lived beneath the pressure of the four Chaos Gods. Those ancient Demon Princes also came looking for trouble every so often, so he had developed the habit of being extremely careful.
Jin-Gitaxias, however, was the exact opposite.
Whether during Elesh Norn's leadership or later under Raymond's rule, he had basically never suffered any serious crisis or setback.
The worst trouble he had caused was igniting the Trans-Spacetime Lighthouse without authorization, exposing the location of the Floating City to numerous Planeswalkers.
Fortunately, that exposure had not caused any overly serious consequences, nor had he received any substantive punishment.
As a result, Jin-Gitaxias had always been exceptionally bold, frequently conducting all kinds of dangerous research and experiments in