Prologue
It was dark under the city of Ravnica. Murky waters made a small, thin layer over the cement floor. The only sources of light were tiny apertures on the high ceiling. A hooded man was in his room, strutting here and there.
"I have had enough of this!" the man yelled in anger. "Always being unnoticed! Why is my guild only in tales for the children! 'If you don't behave, you will be taken away by the Dimir!' my butt!" He looked at a stack of books on the floor. He kicked them away from him in a passion.
"Those books are useless! They don't give me a single piece of information about even the remotest place my guild can rule!"
There was a knock at the door.
"Who is it!?" the hooded man boomed.
"Sir, it is one of your spies. I have found useful information."
"Useful information, eh? Is that an excuse to get my attention?"
"Sir, there is a plane with no mana."
The man opened the door. A young, bald man with little blue, streak-like decorations on his head was waiting outside. "No... mana?" the hooded man asked.
"Yes sir. I overheard a man with a blue and white hood's conversation with an armored man, and I assume they're both planeswalkers. They were talking about a manaless plane called Earth."
"Earth..." The hooded man stroked his chin in thought.
"Gather all the spies. Tell them to search all the libraries for information about transporting to another plane without being a planeswalker. We've got a plane to invade."