Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170401032739

"Born of two mothers, raised in the embrace of the Void King, forever walking both paths. But in this, I am glad not to walk alone..."

Still holding Armata's hand, she extends her other arm out to her side. A scythe, curved like the waning moon, slides from her darkened cloak. Grasping it, she slices the air above them in a single sweep. A supple wound opens in the air, a path between places. They begin to rise to meet it, their cloaks billowing.

"Let us go, then, and together we shall set straight the fates that have gone astray..."

They fly upwards into the wound, Astrid's shadows slipping in behind them, chasing after. The wound closes, and they are gone.