"This is not the end, Nicol Bolas" said Jace, the Living Guildpact, member of the Gatewatch.
Nicol Bolas, God-Pharoah turned his baleful gaze on the withering members of the Gatewatch. It was like all the fires of burning Amonkhet were contained within their fury. "This. Is. The. End." He roared with a voice so huge it shook the foundations of the pyramid so hard that the floating pointy bit on top fell to the ground with a huge crash.
Beside Jace, the Living Guildpact, two other members of the Gatewatch, Nissa and Chandra, sought each other's comfort. So much destruction was causing more than just Chandra's hair to burn. She reached out and took Nissa's hand, drew it close to her lips. Nissa shuddered, and she nearly forgot about the elvish supremacy that lived in the darkest parts of her soul.
Nicol Bolas, God-Pharoah turned back to his art project. It was a towering mural of hieroglyphics, larger than a building on Ravnica. Using the delicate tip of his enormous claw, he returned to carving Chandra's chain boob armour with startling detail. He became so absored in his work that the Gatewatch were able to Planeswalk away.
The end.