In the briefest moment before the dread shade breached the void Corrine was suddenly struck with the tremendous fire that speared through her senses, its very presence influencing the writhing lifestream and the darkest cloud swept across her… her mind which shuddered at the onslaught as her psionic abilities fought to retain control, for one moment she felt that the disturbance would be so intense that the mental shackles that held the ancient in place in her consciousness would buckle and break… she dared not allow them too… not here… not now… the consequences of allowing her through she dared not think about<br/><br/><em>…the eyes of the ancient Mayan spirit lifted… its gaze like fire as the soft heated breath washed through her… a cruel smile crossed her mouth, her skin steaming from the dark symbols that sliced through her face… a writhing, raging natural turmoil that regarded her from the chains that bound her atop the steps of the giant Ziggurat… she rose and pulled at the chains… the metal bindings bending at her will…</em><br/><br/>Outwardly she tried to compose herself and to keep those around her from realising the disturbance his presence was creating… her body shivered faintly, and for the briefest moment her hand sought support… Corrine touched upon the arm of the one closest to her… Elohim… Corrine’s eyes flickered for a moment, her naturally sharp blue eyes tinged red as she fought back and drew deeply from her abilities and balanced the tempest with her mind and soul, and she glanced at the lithe figure of the dark mechanical.  Corrine’s mind was too absorbed in its own battle to register much of what the Dark god had said… only when he had retreated into the dark fires once more was Corrine able to fully control herself, and she stood.. silently breathless… whilst they made their plans…<br/>