"Great Dragon Lord, Ravnica has descended into complete chaos.
Your subordinate has proven far more capable than anticipated.
In an incredibly short time, he set the Guildpact on the path to internal conflict.
Not only that, but he caused the old grudges within those guilds to erupt completely.
The situation has now become utterly uncontrollable.
Although Niv-Mizzet is attempting one final effort by relying on the ancient magical contracts Azor signed with the various guilds, the results have been negligible.
I believe the time is ripe.
If we activate the Planar Bridge now, there certainly will not be any meaningful resistance.
Your Immortals army can easily conquer all of Ravnica."
Tezzeret reported the latest developments to Nicol Bolas in an extremely excited tone.
As a proper tool, he traveled back and forth between different planes with astonishing frequency, often making several trips in a single day.
"Now?"
Nicol Bolas shook his head disdainfully.
"No. Before I understand the movements and plans of my brother Ugin, I will not act rashly.
You do not understand. The War of the Spark is unlike any war before it.
My purpose is not to seize control of Ravnica.
It is to use this plane as a battlefield, draw all Planeswalkers here through the Trans-Temporal Beacon, then seal off the entire plane and use the Elder Spell to seize their Sparks.
Therefore, the resistance of those worthless Guildpact rabble was never important from the start.
They do not even count as obstacles. They are merely insignificant appetizers before the feast."
"You mean... all of this was merely bait?"
Tezzeret's mind, left with severe aftereffects after repeatedly having his memories erased, finally flashed with understanding.
"Isn't that obvious? Did you think we had been waiting here all this time for nothing?"
Shaan VII teased him in