With balance restored, it was only a matter of time before the Circle members were reincarnated and order with a little help from the Nine, Nosgoth would be back on it’s feet in no time.  Of course, only He, the Pillar of Death, knew of the reincarnation; although he suspected Moebius might.  It all rested on Raziel.
       Haha!  One hit and very palpable hit it was too!  

       Mortanius smiled and mused upon his good fortune.  At first Hash’ak’gik’s possession had seemed like a curse; being forced to do things which he didn’t want to; until he realised that the link worked both ways.  He crept into Hash’ak’gik’s mind and scoured the place for information.  The Spectral Realm was where the Gods are most powerful and he soon found out how they manipulated it so easily.
       Mortanius turned his attention back to the battle, and winced as Raziel was once displaced back into the spectral realm.  Come on, you’ve got to beat him.

       Mortanius knew he was doing right; what can be more right than saving the world?  But he also knew that he would be criticised severely by the Circle if it were found out how manipulative he had been.  Anacrothe might be a problem, what with him already knowing, but the centuries in the Spectral Realm should have mellowed him.  He would probably just be happy to be alive again.

       He felt like cheering as Raziel deliver another devastating blow to Kain.  Raziel was his greatest achievement.  And, ironically, he had Kain himself to thank for him.

       Mortanius had been waiting for a suitable “Nemesis” figure for years; and Kain threw one directly at him.  After leaving Raziel’s anger to “mature” for several years Mortanius, utilising his powers of Necromancy and those obtained from Hash’ak’gik’s mind, took on the form of an Elder God and brought Raziel back to the closest thing to life as he could muster and sent him on his way.

       Mortanius looked angrily back at the battle.  It should not be taking this long to kill Kain.  He saw where Kain was perched and saw Raziel’s problem.  Damn.  Why did that portal have to be so far away?  Never mind, Raziel could cope.

       Raziel, perched right on the edge of the portal materialised and bolted for Kain.  A couple of walls to climb and one quick swipe soon brought Kain to his knees.  Yeessss!  Mortanius screamed with his non-existent lungs.  He looked around the room of the battle for the first time, he wanted the place to be etched into his mind.
       Hang on.  His didn’t recognise this section of Nosgoth.  Where were the two combatants?  Suddenly, Mortanius saw clearly the clocks built into the walls.  Moebius, you bastard.  Where is this place?  What is it’s function?  He soon found out.
       Mortanius watched in amazement as Kain leapt through a portal and vanished.  Noooo!  Quickly he instructed Raziel to follow.  Not in so many words obviously, but definitely follow him.
       Raziel entered the portal and vanished.  Instantly, Mortanius felt a shudder as the creature he had created over the last thousand years left his influence and the entire time-area.  Damn.  A time-streaming device.  It certainly shouldn’t be active after all these years.  Unless...

       “Moebius, where on Nosgoth are you?” he screamed.
       The Pillar of Time was the only person who could activate the Time-Streamer.  People could certainly program and use it, but only Moebius could activate it.  He must be here and have some sort of plan for the future.  For the future was his domain.
       Mortanius sat back and listened.  A steadily increasing roar indicated that something was wrong.  Hang on.  He shifted his gaze around the areas of Nosgoth he could view until he saw it.  The Abyss.  It was moving faster than he remembered.  And it was widening.

       Mortanius remembered the dawning of the Abyss.  It was one of the numerous fail-safes the paranoid Bane had planted around Nosgoth in the case of his death.
       It was also the landmark Mortanius had built his “Elder’s” cave directly under.  But why had it stopped.  Then he heard Ariel’s spectral sobbing.
       Transferring his non-existent eyes into the Sanctuary of the Clans, Mortanius saw the crumpled remains of Ariel’s spirit, lying under the crumbled remains of the eight pillars.
       At first Mortanius couldn’t understand Ariel’s misery, then it hit him.  Eight Pillars. 
       Quickly counting them Mortanius found the Pillar of Balance missing.  Where had it gone?  He thought and suddenly realised it was hurtling through time after Raziel and Kain, its living link to the Land of Nosgoth.  The Pillar could not be linked through Time any more than Death.  Nosgoth was without Balance.  
       Corrupted balance was better than no balance at all.  Mortanius sat back and mulled over what he had done.

       In no time at all, the rim of the Abyss had reaches the Sanctuary of the Clans, and the Pillars, and through the Abyss all of Nosgoth was sucked into oblivion.