After the burning of Yawgmoths from within the lands of Dominaria and the valiant sacrifice of our heroes. The legacy weapon had in doing so fried a hole within the blind eternities. Where ones spark could fall forever through into fading. My embers pushed by the release of so much black and white mana into the dimensional warp. I had left behind the planes connected to our planetry spheres. I, Master Mazra, Chief Artifcer and Headmaster of Tristerns Academy, found myself lost in the realms of another plane of existance. Where the towers of the heavens stood.