"This place has outlived its usefulness."
—Nicol Bolas

The party of Rakdos revelers cackled and capered as the thing approached. It hissed, and they jabbed their torches at it, giggling when it recoiled. Then, one by one, the torches went out—and the screaming began.

"Urborg used to be lovely—scenic volcanoes, respectable lich lords. Since the Cabal came with their nightmares and thrulls, it's all gone to the worms."
—Mister Lostspoons, Skulltown gossip

Ground bones, broken glass, and splintered shipwrecks make up the sands of his shores.