Sheena's hands made a few gestures as the Spell Formation on her bag was triggered.
As she opened it up, one could see at its center was a small, black sphere—the Voidflare Bomb.
"On your command, this will detonate at the tournament's climax," she said. "No teleportation. No mage reinforcements. Just chaos."
Helcurt's grin widened. "Perfect."
This Voidflare Bomb was actually a new invention of their Mage Tower. Helcurt himself had never seen this item in action. However, he trusts its ability since it was an item created under the supervision of Great Nolan Holt, the only Six-Circle Magician of the Kingdom.
Helcurt then reached into his coat, withdrawing a single, blood-red ring—the Crimson Shackle, a relic reserved for Phyrexia's most valuable prisoners.
"Hayden Gray will wear this…" He murmured as he held it tightly. It was as if he were already imagining what he would do to Hayden.
