Music: Through the Mirror composed by Adrian von Ziegler

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Something had happened. An awakening had occurred. A powerful presence had sent ripples throughout The Great Dark Beyond. And even further afield.

It kept reaching, then folded back on itself causing a consonant palpitation within the fabric of the Twisting Nether. The ethereal creatures within were thrown into chaos, spinning, twisting out of control. Mournful wails and ghostly screams echoed through the astral dimension as it pulsed and swam from the impact.

Its distortion could clearly be seen by any nearby planets which bore life. But those were few. Most had been drained. Devoured. Incinerated. Some had even imploded, their formation decimated leaving only rocks and dust floating within the gravitational pull of the Nether.

Even the boundaries of the Emerald Dream had wavered from this long-awaited appearance. Druids within had been stirred from slumber, but soon they were drawn back to the dream.

There was only one explanation for this disturbance.

A titan had arisen. At last.

Somewhere.

It had been brief but it had nonetheless stirred another entity. Many, in fact. Their current position in the unending cosmos separated them from the source. But a titan leaves its imprint.

Like an invisible umbilical cord reaching out across innumerable galaxies it latched onto to those that hungered, it offered them sustenance. And from this came the promise of the undoing of all that had been done. Another Unfolding was nigh.

The call was irrefutable. It would lead them to the source and they could feed en route devouring matter and energy, leaving a nothingness in their wake. Mass destruction; their sole purpose. It would take time, but what was that? A mere blink within the parameters of creation.

They knew not where they were going, only that they were drawn to a distant planet. They could arrive at their destination soon enough, but they would still be outside of reality looking in. Yet, even from outside they would be able to influence; corrupt.

Theirs was the ultimate power. Desolation. Misery. Hopelessness. Physical beings would be caught in their dark embrace, and it would then trigger the undoing of the living. All manner of life would simply cease to exist. Turned into matter and energy. More food for the travelling devourers.

Duplicitous creatures always helped. They quickened the process, as it were. And so the harvesting would begin once the destination was reached. Brother would turn against brother, father against son, husband against wife. Age-old enemies would find a new reason to hate each other. Then it would be simply a matter of time.

Even from the briefest of flickers, they knew this titan was imbued with unfathomable power. There was one absolute certainty. The titan had to be prevented from rising again.

There needed to be a cleansing. A purification. A culling.

It was time for shadows to reign. The Light had ruled long enough. The end must begin.

The Void Lords were coming.