Charon had numerous screens open and she flipped them backwards and forwards on the enormous touchscreen monitors. Video's from the CMX matches were playing in the backgrounds, one was at the front playing full screen, it was of Red Spyder being destroyed by the crimsonlight, in fact all the crimsonlight deaths were on a loop including Darkspades.

Several other monitors showed profile shots of Darkspade and his many alter ego's, lines had been drawn from one to another, notes had been made. Spades entire known and unknown history was up on screen, other tabs were open underneath these labelled with various different things including limelight, crimsonlight and a light termed arclight.

It was now around about 4am and Charon sat back in an office chair and rubbed her eyes. She was on her umpteenth cup of tea, the Absolute Championship Belt was sat unceremoniously to one side. She yawned and pulled the file on arclight back to the front. It consisted of scans of the pages of an ancient looking book and it appeared to show two people apparently connected by an arc of light. She enlarged the image and then sat back in the chair and stared at it for some time, she then closed her eyes trying to replay the one time she had connected to Darkspade in a similar way.

The whole thing bugged her, it really did. She opened her eyes and began reading the archaic language, a language she'd learned many years ago when she'd studied in the Shadow Realm.