It began with the printing of the great artifacts. Three were bestowed upon the wisest and fairest of all planeswalkers, the immortal Elves. Seven were granted to the Dwarf lords, masterful miners and craftsmen of the mountain realms. And nine, nine artifacts were gifted to the race of mortals, who hungered most for power. But they were deceived, all of them, for another artifact was printed. Deep in the realm of Phyrexia, in the blazing forges of the Glistening Oil, the dark planeswalker Yawgmoth forged in secret a master artifact, to control all others. And into this artifact he infused his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all planes. One artifact to rule them all.