Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20181003033252/@comment-27950421-20181025190616

I shrug, "Well I guess I'll make our presence known..."

I bound up from the ground and on to the roof tops, leaping higher and higher until I stand on the roof of the highest tower in Bastien.

My eyes flash red and suddenly the city and surrounding area are engulfed in an overwhelming presence. Everyone caught it in suddenly feel as if they are be looked down upon by some unstoppable predator, like a mouse trapped staring into the eyes of an enormous crocodile. If Vanity is familiar with the Gods of Destruction, he is finds himself sensing a level of power comparable to Beerus or Champa. Even the normally mindless husks are paralyzed by a foreign sensation, one that more normal creatures know as fear. Higher order outlanders find themselves trembling uncontrollably.

My voice booms across the battlefield, "Now then. I have one simple thing to say. You... overmind of these... outlanders... muster your forces... bring up your defenses... flee and hide yourself away... because now... I'm coming for you. And I am going to eat you alive."

I hop down from the tower and immediately the crushing pressure disappears, as if it had never been there to begin with.