Conduit of Storms // Conduit of Emrakul

Most werewolves live on the day/night axis: they flip because the table stops casting spells, and the front face becomes a beating you never quite chose. This one hands the escalation back to the pilot. Transformation here is an activated ability, a mana cost you pay () rather than a condition the group enforces, which puts the upgrade entirely under your control. The front face is a ritual on legs, banking a red at the start of your next main phase every time it swings, and that surplus is exactly the fuel that funds the paid flip. Cross over and the back face stockpiles two colorless instead, acceleration that clearly exists to underwrite something enormous and oblivion-shaped further up the curve. The loop is self-contained: attack to store mana, spend that stored mana to upgrade the engine, attack again for a larger and stranger-colored yield. Note that both attack abilities fire on the declaration of the attack, not on connecting: a chump block or a trade still deposits the mana, so the battery fills even into a wall. Where the colorless output points is unmistakable; this is fuel built to be poured into the biggest, most colorless threats a deck can assemble, with the werewolf chassis serving as the odd bridge between a moon-cursed plane and the horrors arriving to devour it. As a body it is modest; as a ramp piece that decides for itself when to graduate from one color of fuel to another, it is a genuinely strange engine.