Following Ash into the elevator, Alastair continued to examine the curio he had picked up though he spared a second to glance at the control panel. Strangely there was only one button, marked with a down arrow, giving a rather limited set of options for progressing; they could always exit the elevator, return to wandering the endless expanse of concrete, but something told Alastair that they would either find no other exits or somehow end up back here again.

[color=7bcdc8]“Whoever built this place did not want us leaving too easily I imagine.”[/color] He pushed the button and the elevator began to descend.

Turning his attention back to the device in his hands, Alastair began to mutter under his breath as he turned it over in his hands over and over. [color=7bcdc8]“This is man-made. Machined. Not a natural shape and the material feels metallic. But what powers it? What lies inside? Not a simple battery, no, no. You agree, yes? Magic powers this. A magical power source inside of a machine. A hybridization of the arcane and the technological. How very unheard of. How very… unwise. The idea is intriguing and that it was apparently successfully implemented has interesting implications but… attempting to mix science based on universal principals with a force that bends those principals… such endeavours do not go well.”[/color]

After what seemed like a few minutes the elevator reached a point where the shaft disappeared and the elevator was suddenly filled with unnatural light. Alastair recoiled and swore as he pulled his hood down low over his face and moved into the corner like a frightened animal. Peering out of squinting eyes Alastair could see an open space reminiscent of a large shopping mall, a location not at all out of place where he came from though it had been many years since he had visited one. The happy crowds of shoppers and consumers were replaced by a slightly less happy mass of shambling zombies however.

[color=7bcdc8]“I thought you said no-one had purview over the dead?”[/color]

[@Illiren]