planeswalks to Kaladesh

Just then a burst of golden light heralded the arrival of Gideon Jura as he planeswalked into the room, looking every inch the hero, his hand upon the hilt of Blackblade, the soul-drinking sword that they hoped would kill Bolas since nothing else had.

Okay, yeah, thwarting is all fine and good, but really we just want the damn dragon dead. Gods know he deserves it.

“Finally!” Chandra and Jace said in near-perfect unison.

“Sorry,” Gids said. “It took all my strength to come to Kaladesh. I felt a powerful call to go straight to Ravnica. Still feel it. You?”

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War of the Spark: Ravnica, Chapter 3