Shattered!
Chaos!
Terror!
Danger!
As the power of the Dark Void relentlessly eroded Ravnica's plane, the sun had vanished from this world's sky, leaving behind only unsettling darkness and emptiness, along with sudden bursts of energy powerful enough to destroy everything.
Although the ground beneath their feet had never collapsed under Raymond's constant repairs to reality itself, everyone living here had already fallen into deep despair.
This was especially true for the Planeswalkers who had been forcibly stripped of their Sparks and trapped on Ravnica. They had begun to hate themselves for being so curious, for insisting on coming here to see what had happened.
Now that they had lost their Sparks' protection and were facing the Dark Void's power directly, they had no choice but to hide and run.
The only thing that gave them some comfort was that Ravnica's plane was far more resilient than anyone had imagined. It had not rapidly collapsed during this world-ending war.
At least beyond the roughly one-fifth of its area that had become a battlefield, there were still many regions that remained untouched.
The survivors, including both Planeswalkers and local inhabitants, had originally been struggling here against the Immortals who were hunting down those who had escaped the Elder Spell and managed to retain their Sparks.
But with New New Phyrexia's arrival, the situation suddenly became more complicated.
After all, Phyrexian Oil and Yawgmoth's infamous reputation was far too well known on Ravnica, a place frequently visited by Planeswalkers.
To them, these were no saviors or allies. It was simply an invasion by two terrifying disasters of the Multiverse at once.
Thus, many people did not hesitate to treat New New Phyrexia's army as enemies and attack them as well.
As everyone knew, creations of Phyrexian Oil possessed consciousness and intelligence.
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