Planeswalking in, Sorin Markov was understandably surprised by where he found himself. He had been tailing the Eldrazi titans as they moved from plane to plane, taking note of the worlds they savaged. Perhaps he could discern some kind of pattern from their otherwise inscrutable motivations. However, this was not the plane where he had sensed their distinct Colorless mana signature. Rather, he was in a snowy grove, surrounded by an eclectic group of individuals with equally diverse scenery. This quite puzzled him, as he had no idea how he could have Planeswalked here. Perhaps a novice Planeswalker could end ip at a random plane by mistake, but he had six millennia of experience under his belt. Very strange.

Some of the structures and peoole surrounding Sorin seemed familiar, while others were completely new to the ancient vampire. He was reminded somewhat of the time distortions on Dominara, but was otherwise quite intrigued. He stayed at the outskirts of the group, silently observing the others bicker and boast, postulating various theories as to how they could have ended up on this strange plane.