As Urza had unwittingly begun this great horror, Gerrard had unwillingly received the onus of ending it. No gray showed in his jet-black hair, and no worry lines in his high forehead, though he had inherited worry enough for a whole world. Beside him knelt a man who wasn't even a hundredth his age. He had lived for millennia and had spent all the while preparing to face Yawgmoth-though he had never expected to do so in a full, abject, and willful bow. Urza Planeswalker had first opened the gate to Phyrexia, had fought the first Dominarian war against demon hordes, had planned and executed the current world war down to its minutest detail. His long, ash-blond hair spread across the stone, and his powerstone eyes were cast in deep shadow. Chapter 1 The Gladiators It all came down to this: two men kneeling side by side before Yawgmoth.
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