Just how terrifying was Nicol Bolas when he got serious?
Raymond had never had a clear answer to that before. He could only judge from Nicol Bolas's past achievements and the combat memories extracted from Ugin, the Spirit Dragon's soul.
Especially the great battle that had erupted on the Tarkir Plane—it could absolutely be called the most direct display of this Elder Dragon Planeswalker's strength.
The battle between the two brothers had nearly torn apart the sky and earth, wreaking devastating damage upon the entire world's ecosystem.
If Ugin had not possessed absolute control over Tarkir, that plane would likely have been completely annihilated by that earth-shaking battle.
But Raymond knew very well that this was not Nicol Bolas's full strength.
Though Ugin, the Spirit Dragon, was undeniably considered a powerhouse among Ancient Planeswalkers by outsiders, he had also been the absolute main force behind sealing the three Eldrazi Titans.
Without him, Nahiri would never have known how to use those draconic runes to shape rocks possessing such powerful sealing abilities.
But even so, in Nicol Bolas's eyes, Ugin had merely been an opponent who gave him a slight measure of satisfaction.
Yes, that was how he evaluated his own brother.
In truth, despite all of Ugin's underhanded schemes and endless little tricks, he had never posed even the slightest threat to Nicol Bolas in a frontal battle. He had been beaten into the ground from beginning to end.
He had not even dared face Nicol Bolas directly. Instead, he had secretly incited young and talented Planeswalkers to oppose him, while hiding in the background and deciding whether to launch a sneak attack based on the situation.
Thus, Ugin had never been worthy of Nicol Bolas going all out, much less being taken seriously.
His wariness toward his brother had