Corrine stepped through the portal, and threw her head back…her eyes closed against the gentle warm swell of the breeze that flitted through the twisted and shattered skeleton of London.  It was a far cry from the London she had known… the capital city in which she had tasted both life and death… and the cruel hand of fate, but that was centuries ago and she had little care for it now.  As she stepped forward her foot caught against something, she looked down and smiled…. Reaching down she slipped her slender fingers around a bleached white skull, she bought it to her eye line and narrowed her gaze… dead… long dead, its soul long since been separated… her touch flickered across it and her mind slipped through the lifestream… and she smiled… she had found him…<br/><br/>Then something flickered in Corrine’s thoughts, as the cool fingers of oblivion softly flexed, it was subtle but laced with a raw edge that caught against her senses in an instant.  She felt a shiver run through her as the air slowly shifted and contorted… its subtle twisting hidden from all but the most sensitive mind, she spun about… the skull tipping from her hand, the fragile bone shattering against the rubble… The disturbance was centred on Elohim and the air around her had taken on a vibrant aura.  The dark heart of oblivion still beat within her, that hadn’t changed, but the power that was now surging through it meant that Corrine no longer had to reach into the warrior… as she looked on it was almost as though she was being surrounded by a growing supernova of energy, all of this oblivious to eyes other than Corrine’s own…<br/><br/>The softly spoken ancient word’s stilled Corrine and her gaze was drawn to the structure of the mechanical warrior as it flared with arcane symbols and the air around her crackled… She opened up her mind to the extortionate amount of power that was being generated… even being used to the tempestuous eddies of the planets own energy stream, the sudden spike being generated by Elohim made her skin prickle and the writhing arc of energy coiled around her own arm started to spark as the air superheated around them… she lifted her forearm up and watched the energy spiral dance, as it did so, her gaze look passed it, and towards the fracture that was appearing above Elohim…<br/><br/>Corrine felt the psychic shock wave of the weapons appearance as it settled and the writhing metal snakes secured it to her… Back in the Abyss she had heard whispers of such dark technology, but had rarely paid it such heed, she looked on it now with her open mind, and if Elohim were the sweet soft touch of oblivion, this weapon, in her embrace, looked to Corrine as though it were the raging maelstrom at the heart of a black hole…<br/><br/>“Kiichpan…” Corrine’s tone a fleeting breeze as her piercing blue gaze was drawn to the weapon as it pulsated and throbbed.  It was almost…. an aching thrill to watch as the slender figure before her readied herself, braced against the growing core of energy ….. Elohim, who had spoken so softly and shared in such deep purity in the silence of her chamber, now stood poised as some dark avenging angel.<br/><br/>Elohim’s soft gentle voice caressed her as she asked a question that seemed steeped in innocence.  Corrine stepped to her side, her eyes sharpened against the skyline and the bastion that stood in vain defiance against them; she felt her own psionic ability intensifying as the air sizzled around them… she began to draw from the depths of the lifestream, bolstering her own defences…<br/><br/>Her soft smile upturned her lips as she bought her gaze to meet the fiery inferno of the warrior at her side…<br/><br/>“Obliterate it my dear Elohim…. Show them the way of pain…”<br/>