What would happen to the spark of a planeswalker, if they were to die? That said, what really is death when ones soul is burning with the light of the blind eternities. Much of what he once was, Urza, had left behind when he had given up his humanity to have his souls spark housed within the two powerstones.

With the death of his brother, Mishra, and the madness that ensured, he had realised long ago that he wasn't truly human anymore. In fact, with the creation of his avatar within the frightening force of the Golgothian Sylex, a weapon he had used to sink the sub-continent of Argoth during the war instigated by the Phyrexians with his brother.

He confirmed his very nature was truly more in tune with the biomechanical “life” housed and created within Phyrexia than his own Terisiare bretharn on the Dominaria plane.

As hateful as that had sounded. The very pain and death caused by the mechanical Phyrexians could never be undone, not in this lifetime. And not with the planeswalker, Yawgmoth residing as its ruler, who had discovered them.

The connection he shared with these machines Yawgmoth had used to conquer, which the stones had ensured he forever retained, made him live in a body of what they could have become if these machines were left on their own to grow, learn and even gain emotions.

Both the mightstone and weakstone gems, he and his brother had found that day in the Caves of Koilos must have been part of a greater whole, some kind of eloborate inheritance left by their creator.

The power within the stones growing and wavering with each step he took when entering Phyrecias artificial plane as if its very lands were trying to reach out to him.

How he felt after these lands were left in ruin when his allies did battle with his titans against the phyrexian horrors that Yawgmoth had created. He understood not the cause but knew if he were to set off the soul bombs as he had originally planned to destroy this plane.

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He and his allies would not survive the eventual fall out onto Dominaria. Along with those who would one day come to reside in this place and inherit the knowledge to make these living machines.

Knowledge he belived now could be used to make better decisions than those of that demon. A brighter future for him and his people. For Machines.

He had surrended to Yawgmoth, tricking the abomination with its areogance. And through the influence of the stones fused within him. Yawgmoth forced me to duel against those who I once have called my friends. Even my own son and heir to my legacy, Gerrard, to prove my so called loyality. It was for the one chance and for all my cunning that I let my adobted son behead me and escape with the gems that were able to bait this demon out of Phyrecias.

The embers of his soul and the gems, ensured Yawgmoth gave chase into the plane of Dominaria. Where the world felt his magic tap into the black mana he had collected from the countless realms he had imbued throughout Phyrecias conquests to transform into a massive black plague cloud so that he could smother our entire world. Killing and zombifing whoever he touched within his shadow.

The disaster I foresaw had arrived and Gerrard, whose bloodline I had prepared for this day. Karn, my trusted creation, retained the purity to uterlize the white mana stored with the celestial objects orbiting our planet, the null moons, from which my legacy within the bounds of the floating vessel Weatherlight I had prepaired. Turning Karn, my silver golem, who I hoped to inherit everything from us. Was ready to be wielded as the weapon, from which with the help of my gems attached to my spark would eradicate our foe. To sacrifice everything to create what I can only call an axe imbued with all our energy. My spark burned with its light and I knew we only needed one strike at the tentacles that Yawgmoth was attacking Weatherlight. And it was only one strike and his darkness was gone from all over the world, the very light of our world eradicating the demons essence across our plane wherever it touched the ancient evil.

It was then known that Gerrard, Urza, Karn, and the Legacy disappeared, and Weatherlight sank off of a place called Urborg. None of that explains why I'm here.