Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627101923/@comment-30014014-20190810152515

The dark stops, his ethereal spike, faltering without the support of his will. He turns to his brighter twin "Suppose it's time, is it?"

"It would seem so." The bright one dispels the cocoon of ward sheltering the two of them. Instead, his hands join at the middle, almost, and starts pulling in glass-like fabric swirling around an open light.

In the meantime, the darker one crunches his fingers against one another "Antagonistic Haven". A swath of intranslucide ether comes spinning and grafting in the area around the two, creating yet another ward. This time, of a tetrahedron shape in a violet shade. The edges see spikes birth from them, ready and waiting for any aggressor.