The monumental double doors blocking the entrance to the primary firing chamber were entirely intimidating. They were forged from a deeply corrupted, light absorbing black metal and thickly layered with pulsating red energy conduits. The truly terrifying, rhythmic vibration of the massive singularity weapon actively shook the steel floor beneath their boots, signalling that the apocalyptic firing sequence was incredibly close to reaching absolute critical mass.
Raven, the thirteen year old Pearl King, stood before the looming barrier. He did not waste a single second attempting to locate a physical locking mechanism. He raised his heavy silver broadsword, his rainbow hued eyes narrowing with cold, calculating focus. He channelled a highly concentrated surge of pitch black dark magic directly into the razor sharp steel blade, transforming the weapon into a terrifying void of absolute nothingness.
