Corrine’s gaze met with Damien’s as her form began to solidify within the room, she cast her gaze around at the assembled denizens of this ancient place, each time she passed through these walls she felt the almost overwhelming presence of so many twisted and dark souls… each having their own distinct ‘flavour’, there were times when Corrine could close her eyes and know who was close to her simply by the shape and colour they imprinted in her subconscious… but amidst so many of the Brood they merged into indiscernible darkness, all except for one… Elohim.<br/><br/>There was something about her… the cold and purely mechanical efficiency of her mind seemed peaceable compared to her own mind, it felt like a small taste of the chamber that she called her own, and she would often seek some small solace from her presence in order push back the morbid torment of the life stream… she shone with a vividly intense dark light in her minds eye.  Corrine moved to stand close to her and with Damien at her side as the debate intensified… her eyes flicked to the door as a sudden reddish purple haze appeared in her mind… before merging into the collection darkness…she cast a wry smile to Dorian as he entered…<br/><br/>It had been so long since she had tasted the blood of battle, at least it felt like it had…<br/>