"Ha ha ha!
The Trans-Temporal Beacon has been ignited!
More and more Planeswalkers are gathering on Ravnica like never before!
Like prey fallen into a trap, they have no idea what is about to happen.
All those Sparks shining so brightly will ultimately become fuel for my ascension to the throne and godhood.
The great Dragon Lord Nicol Bolas will soon become a Dragon God!
The entire Multiverse, and even the Dark Void, will bow beneath my feet!"
Nicol Bolas stood where the Planar Bridge was located, baring his teeth in unrestrained laughter.
As an Elder Dragon Planeswalker of extreme arrogance and conceit, he and Raymond had undoubtedly both sensed the ever-growing number of Planeswalkers gathering on the Ravnica Plane, as well as the effects caused by so many Sparks converging in one place.
And that was precisely the prerequisite for casting the Elder Spell.
In truth, the current number of Planeswalkers was already more than sufficient. He could activate the Immortal Sun immediately and lock down the entire plane.
But Nicol Bolas was clearly not content with merely regaining the power he had once possessed. He intended to use this opportunity to rise to an even greater height.
To achieve that, he needed more Planeswalkers and more Sparks.
That was why the massive Immortal Legion had never advanced very quickly. Instead, it maintained a steady rhythm of compressing living space, forcing the younger generation of Planeswalkers to keep calling in friends and allies.
After all, much like Stand users, Planeswalkers were drawn to one another.
When a young Planeswalker ignited their Spark and gained the ability to travel freely through endless planes and universes, their worldview, values, and goals in life would inevitably undergo tremendous upheaval.
They might even gradually grow estranged from their original family and friends because