[i]He’s doing it again, the bastard.[/i]

In the short time it took Fury to descend the plasma tower and then subsequently reach the bottom of the lake he had time to observe the, at first, subtle changes overcoming his vicinity. The focus point of the aberrations stemmed from the Skeletal figure whose burning aura was highlighted even in the blinding vicinity of so much residual power. Fury recognised the affects, even if the Angar-Ryllans were still struggling with what it meant, the Dreamer was going to destroy this planet, like Antire. Fury’s home.

As always, the Void tapped into the burning rage contained within its vessel, heightening its control and subsequently its own capacity to manifest its powers by masquerading as Fury’s own anger and desire. It was always a risky business, if the vessel ever discovered the nature of his rage, examining it with a cool head, he may discover he was little more than a pawn. However, thus far he had been unable to resist the Void’s power, and so the entity of destruction within him drove him to its ultimate goal. Destroying Skallagrim, for the Ascended, for vengeance. In this, the Vessel and the Void had a common purpose.

The plasma drained away from the tower as it dissipated, but by that point Fury had acquired a great ball of plasma locked tight with his telekentic power. It was perhaps two feet in diameter, a perfect circle that threatened to burst free from its confines. The plasma was essentially superheated gas, but it would remain in that state for a significant period, long enough in fact to serve Fury’s purpose. His feet hovered only a few feet above the bottom of the dry lake, as energy poured and burst around him under the Dreamer’s control, the Fireen looked upon him with all his rage across a divide of perhaps fifty feet.

“You have given me a weapon to destroy you.” Fury stated simply, raising the contained plasma in front of him his right hand ran through the air and the ball moulded to his will. Slowly it flattened out and rolled, forming a long rectangle in the air that was not dissimilar to a huge blade. Indeed, Fury had fashioned the plasma into something resembling his old sword, a four foot monster of a weapon, save for the handle. His right hand clenched into a fist, he manipulated his plasma blade a few feet above his hand, swiping it through the air with an experimental swing.

“Come then.”