Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180702013023

She speaks, but he answered not. Instead, the world they stand upon builds up a purple atmosphere. Winds ripping through the non-existent plane "I have nothing to inflict upon you, animal..."

Alas, as he speaks those words, the earth spills around them, breaking through the tiles, yet damaging naught at the same time. Hands rise beyond the wounds of the soil. Ten. A hundred. A thousand. Ten thousand. Tens of thousands "...they do. I am but a messenger. Make use of your rotting sight. Are they not familiar?"

Elsewhere, the snake watches as Alburn pockets the gem. Only for it to start gleaming. A surge through his legs and hands. His rifle and pistol, they undergo a change, gradually...