Nairdayn was not a city in the strictest sense. What it truly was was a massive castle, that contained a city-sized population, society, and economy within. It was fully protected, with a massive stone ceiling rising in layers. At each vertical section of the ceiling, there were massive windows, that had equal-sized stone slabs set on special tracks, allowing them to close and the city to become an impenetrable dome of stone.

There were buildings and homes built into and onto the monolithic support columns, and in the center of the city sat the true Nairdayn Castle, a gothic building that reached to the very top of the ceiling.

Despite the security, it was an easy if not long process to enter the city. Garrett was issued a visitor's card for a month, something that he suspected wouldn't be checked or enforced. Not that it would matter.

He found an inn with an available room and spent a few days there, learning how Nairdayn had changed in his absence. He eventually found that, luckily enough, Alandarr would be giving a speech on the day the attack was supposed to begin.

The day of, Garrett made his way to Nairdayn Castle, and waited with a large crowd for Alandarr to appear. After a very long amount of time, the current Knight-Commander appeared on a balcony.

"Citizens of Nairdayn. For years now, we have been at odds with the neighboring kingdom of Irindeir. But I call to you know. Join me, and together we can snuff out this imposing threat once and for all. Soon, I hope to lead an army into Irindeir's capitol and take seize it, not only wiping out a continual threat but expanding our territory and power."

He went on like this for a while, Garrett doing his hardest to suppress a smile. Eventually, however, Garrett got bored, and instead carefully cast a spell, sending his senses outside of his body. He now saw from the top of the city-fortress. He watched carefully, and finally saw a red object in the sky.

Returning to his body, Garrett pushed himself to the front of the crowd.

"Alandarr! I challenge you to a duel for the title of Knight-Commander!" he called over Alandarr's own voice.

The crowd instantly grew silent. It remained that way for a few moments, and in that time, something impacted the city walls.

Panic almost instantly erupted, people running all about to get into a building. Alandarr disappeared back into the castle.

The guards ran forward , but with a quick smile, a short chant, and some fast gestures, Garrett was already a wisp of slightly smoke. He moved forward, simply passing by the armored assailants. Garrett made his way into the castle, turning himself near-invisible as he did so.

Somewhat surprised he still knew the layout, he eventually arrived at one of the many large openings where one of the dozens of staircases stretched upwards. Garrett ascended the steps as Alandarr descended.

Garrett remained unnoticed, and materialized directly in front of his foe, hand extended. Alandarr walked right into the limb, both surprise and the hand stopping him in his tracks.

"Alandarr," Garrett said, assuming a scornful expression. "You have become a tyrant. You must be stopped." He paused for a moment, then continued, "Draw."

Instantly, Garrett was a step away, his right handing unsheathing his blade. Alandarr did the same.

"Garrett?" Alandarr asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Ending your dictatorship."

"You've been gone for twenty-five years!"

"And you've held this city in an iron fist during that time."

All the while, they were circling each other, sizing up their opponent. They hadn't fought each other in over twenty-five years, and even then they had only sparred.

"I did what I had to do!" Alandarr yelled, extending his left hand. Streams of golden light lanced from his hands, and accumulated around each of Garrett's wrists and ankles, solidifying and binding them in place.

"Hieromancy?" Garrett gasped, surprised. "But you,"

"I learned." Alandarr stated, a harsh edge to his voice.

"Well I," Garrett started, smiling. "Always had it." Sensing the weak points in his arcane bonds, he applied pressure from his own magic, combining this with another spell, causing him to flicker briefly, reappearing slightly away from his bonds, free again.

"Now, it's my turn." Garret said, pointing his sword at his foe. White light streamed down the fuller, and soon large triangles appeared around Alandarr's form, and wherever the almost phantasmal shapes touched him, he was locked in place. Garrett twisted his blade slightly, rotating the two triangles and bringing them tighter around Alandarr.

"Try and escape." Garrett challenged. He could see both the strain of Alandarr's muscles and mind as he tried desperately to break the prison.

Garrett walked up, thinking of a plane far away. He began chanting out a complex spell, and placed the tip of his sword on Alandarr's chest. The light returned to the fuller, brighter, this time with slight influences of blue. The light grew, and began surrounding Alandarr.

Just as the spell was nearing its zenith, something very strange happened. Reality itself seemed to ripple, bend, and twist. Alandarr screamed in some pain that neither of Garrett's spells could have caused. Wisps of colorless æther began streaming from Alandarr, and in a puff of some strange substance, unnatural in this world and any, Alandarr was gone.

But Garrett recognized that scream, that substance. And just before Alandarr disappeared, he saw something. A sword, cracked down the middle and engulfed in sparking white.

But at the same moment, reality shifted and seized around him, and we suddenly rejected from Rallin. He was tossed through the Blind eternities, more so than the way a Walk usually happened. In fact, it was even less controlled than the when he first Walked.

He flew through in a way that he had never quite done before, and hit a plane. But rather than fading into it as he usually did, he bounced off of it, colliding with another, that he passed through without ever entering.

On the other side of that plane, he viewed something that filled him with a terror he had never known. Some massive being was near a distant world. It appeared as some form of gargantuan rock slap with coral-like projections and grotesque tentacles hanging from below. Garrett wasn't certain what, but it was doing something to the plane it lingered by, and he felt a perversion of that world, and he felt that it was somehow collapsing.

And then he fell into a plane, finally entering it rather than somehow interacting with it in a way that even the Blind Eternities shouldn't have allowed for.

He fell through the curtain of white light, falling onto a stone street. He was surrounded on all sides by tall buildings, stretching high into the sky, some towers going up into the clouds themselves. He vaguely recognized the architecture. HE had been here before.

Then, blackness overcame him, and he fell unconscious on one of the thousands of streets in Ravnica.