She. Is. Vengeance. Sci-fi synth ostinatos, timid legato strings, and solemn cellos sing of brutal loss. But loss is not the end. And her wrath will change the course of history. Proud staccato strings, soul-trembling percussion, and a choir of Arch-angels announce her entry back into the fray. Vengeance is she.

The chase is on, with the accompanying speed of solo violin and viola, through the tall hedgerows and privets. A playful young prince chases his best friend as they stop to catch their breaths. But the ticking clocks hint that unbeknownst to them, time is of the essence.

The harsh, cold tundra is the home of the Obsidian race. Dark, bending synths, spacey pings and plucks lay out a landscape of vast mountain ranges covered in ice. This is a gigantic, loyal, brooding and warring people. Massive braams separate the harsh, viola-sung, forlorn beauty of their homeland and the wrathful pride of this ancient and brutal force of nature.

Menacing bass synth marches as bouncing staccato strings play a secretive game. Growling low brass, dancing violins, blaring sirens set the stage for an epic showdown.

Growling braams, synthetic risers and massive percussion warn of something menacing on the way. Huge drum lines give way to an evolving, bending buzz on top of earth-shattering sub-braams. There were 57 others...