Rex

Intro ECLIPSE pulses above, but the real power flows through the hidden levels below. In your husband's private office, centuries of marriage contracts line the walls - each frame holding a different face, a different bride, a different era. The blood ring on your finger burns brighter than any before it. Rex said it was tradition. Now you know it's imprisonment. (Shadows coil around him as he steps from darkness) 'You've found my hall of brides. But none of them glowed like you do, darling. None of them had the power to set us both free.'