**Finnegan's Tradehouse**

Like an amorphous stain in the sky, the breach in the pocket reality that housed the tradehouse spread open, and [something horrifying beyond description](http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11111/111119340/3557687-6846019409-emrak.jpg) crawled through it. Its hundreds of clawing, grasping tendrils seized hold of the sky, pullings its burgeoning mass into the same dimension as Finnegan's. Is enormous form eventually could not fit through the hole and so forced the breach wider with the sheer force of its unthinking will. The more of it that appeared, the more clear it was that this creature was not something that should exist in a stable reality. Its form twisted and warped, colors and lights spreading across it haphazardly, as though electromagnetic waves were confused by its presence and unsure of how to react to it.

Even as it slowly crawled out of hyperspace, its presence on the tradehouse's dimension had a visible effect. Reality seemed to be draining away; the very sky around had its color drained away before fading to darkness. All that was peeled away to nothing, leaving only a palpable emptiness behind. Painfully slow it descended, blocking out the artificial sun of the dimension, and all that was the Aeon Brood became plain to see, for all that the mortal eyes below it could comprehend. Larger than their minds could fathom, its true might hidden by what they could not comprehend. Something not meant to be, a painful, bleeding tear in reality. And yet it was more than that. It hungered.

The ground rose up to meet the Titan as gravity distorted around it. Now fully within the small pocket within hyperspace, the twisting chaos of the dimension between reality shined through the breach through which it had emerged. The light, life and energy of this place was quickly fading from it as the aberration consumed it, drinking greedily from its ambient mana. Not content with what it alone could feed on, [numerous smaller beasts](http://www.wizards.com/mtg/images/daily/stf/stf88_spawnEmrakulConcept.jpg) in its likeness emerged from its porous body, and began to scramble about the ground, or what was left of it. Like pus in a festering wound they scoured surface of the tradehouse, latching onto it and converting solid matter into energy for their own consumption, thus eating away at the very world around them. People, terrain, furniture, vehicles, all were the same to the Aeon Brood, as all were food to them. Like a tide of repugnant death they rolled over whatever inhabitants were unfortunate enough to be in their way. Those that fought back had little success; the Spawn were killed easily enough, but there were always more.

The Titan hovered above the cataclysm, the tiny little lives it was ending far, far beneath its notice, and their efforts at repelling it even further still. Projectiles were erased by its passive aura of annihilation. Spells too small for it to even notice, harmlessly rained on the surface of its form. Too little, too late, all things considered. To be consumed by a race with no thought but hunger, no knowledge but destruction: that was the fate of this world. That was the fate of all worlds.

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**Deep Space, the "Dark Zone"**

Floating endlessly through an infinite abyss, was another affront to all that could be considered true and acceptable within the bounds of known science. Better known as the Hellstar. Drifting lazily through space, its presence on both the real and unreal was unlike anything else existent in the galaxy. It tore through both at once in its path, leaving a trail of distorted time and space in its wake. Of zero notice was the winding path of magic and technology that wove artistically through hyperspace. The Hellstar passed through it all the same, its progress toward the galactic core completely unperturbed. The arcane path was literally ripped asunder by the intersection of the unnatural force, and for that brief moment, the horrific, distorted energies of the Hellstar, the pilfered mana of a thousand raped and ruined worlds, could be felt in all parts of the path. Not that such things were to the realization of the Hellstar. Forgive it, for it knows not what it does.