Masters of artifice from a distant realm, later ascending to a higher existence? These Ancients sounded like dead ringers for Planeswalkers of old to Sorin. Though some of the details didn't add up, given their limited Planeswalking abilities and the apparently considerable number of them. One spark shared among several beings perhaps? Sorin had encountered stranger things in his travels.

They had climbed a fair distance at this point, and the path was getting steeper ss they climbed higher. They were at a fair height at this point, and Sorin eyed the nearby cliff with trepidation. He just had to keep his eyes on the path and not think about the sheer drop, the dizzying height and the long fall... He wasn't particularly good at that, it seemed.

In any case, Sorin apparently had more pressing matters to concern himself with. Large, blue, scaled ones. Whatever that thing was, Sorin found that it smelled of ozone and it was giving him a hungry look that he knew all too well. Not expecting to walk away from it without some manner of forcible deterrence, he placed a hand on the hilt of his sword, and prepared a spell with his free hand. Both black and white mana flowed into him, readying the vampire for whatever this great beast was about to do.