Return to Ravnica

The two Izzet mages walked fast and spoke in low tones, and Jace couldn’t walk closely enough to them without seeming suspicious. He had to find a way to stay closer to them. He knew blending spells that would mask his presence to the minds of onlookers, but he didn’t think he could maintain such a spell, read their thoughts, and keep up with their pace all at the same time. Perhaps he could get closer without staying on street level.

Jace ducked into an alleyway as the two Izzet mages walked on ahead. He climbed a fence and pulled himself up onto the rooftop of a tavern. He crept across the roof, staying low, until he could see over the opposite edge to look down at Skreeg and Zarek. He listened in on their surface thoughts again. Unfortunately, he had missed some of their conversation.

“That’s only the first step,” Zarek was saying. “According to Niv-Mizzet, the code tells us something more. It’s not enough just to find the gates. We have to know the path before we can uncover what’s behind it.”

Skreeg clasped his hands together and beamed up at Zarek. “Oh! Tell me what’s behind it!”

“He’s a discourteous old lizard, Skreeg. He doesn’t share with me all the secrets he knows. But I think I know what it is we seek.”

They were again moving away from Jace. He had to leap across a gulf to the next building, dash to the edge the sloping roof, and crawl along the edge directly above the mages to listen in on them. They were speaking even lower now, and even with his inner senses active, Jace had to strain to comprehend what they were saying.

“I believe it’s a great weapon, Skreeg,” said Zarek. “Hidden here, in the Tenth. The ancient guild founders knew that the Guildpact might not last. And I think one of them knew that if the pact was broken, a single guild would have to rise to rule all the others. That’s why they left us a weapon, Skreeg, and hid it in such a way that only the one worthy of wielding it could find it. And we are the worthy ones, aren’t we? That’s why Ravnica will be ours.”

A weapon, Jace thought. The code, the gates, the path—all of this concealed some kind of weapon. At least, Zarek believed it did.

Jace could no longer follow them by rooftop, and had to watch as they crossed the street away from him. The mages had arrived at the beginning of Izzet-controlled territory, walled off with tall, stark barricades covered in steaming metal pipes. Skreeg and Zarek climbed a wide set of stairs up to a large, round gateway, crowned with a huge signet that resembled the outline of the dragon himself. A squad of Izzet guards nodded to them, and the gate slid open to admit them.

As the gate opened, Jace was surprised to see the silhouette of a dragon’s head, looking through from the other side. It was Niv-Mizzet himself, waiting for their return.

“What have you found for me?” asked Niv-Mizzet.

The dragon’s voice boomed such that Jace could hear it from his hiding place. But he couldn’t hear the reply, and the Izzet mages would soon be sealed behind the gateway.

He felt he was close to finding out what lay underneath all the secrets, but he was sure that he would be caught if he tried to slip through the well-guarded Izzet gate. He was already losing the connection with the mages’ minds. Still, Skreeg and Zarek didn’t have all the information he craved, anyway.

The dragon, however, did. He had one chance: He would have to look into the dragon’s mind before the gate closed, if he dared.

He dared.

INSIDE THE FIREMIND

Jace gathered his mana and fired his mind magic like an arrow. The spell sailed invisibly through the air to Niv-Mizzet and punched into the dragon’s mind. Jace knew he wouldn’t have time to root around through the lore that undoubtedly filled the ancient dragon’s memories, so he focused on one task: finding what Niv-Mizzet knew about the maze.

It was like falling into an inferno. Incomprehensible thoughts blazed past him. Wild theories, impossible experiments, and mad diatribes roiled like a storm around him, all set against the backdrop of thousands of years’ worth of memories. Niv-Mizzet had no surface thoughts. It was as if he had whirlwinds of competing ideas at all times, storm fronts of the mind crashing into each other, yet somehow all converging into coherent thoughts.

But as Jace’s spell took him through the dragon’s mind, he was able to recognize a pattern, like a single crackle of lightning that branched throughout the chaos. It was the dragon’s obsession with his project. In his mind, he called it the Implicit Maze, a puzzle carved into the face of Ravnica itself, a mystery he believed led to untold power.

Jace was consumed with the dragon’s fervor for the Implicit Maze. A thousand possible solutions churned through Niv-Mizzet’s mind. Endless routes sizzled and broke apart across his mental landscape. But Jace knew, as the dragon knew, that none of them were quite right.