Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26517142-20160828031141

Jeiel is mystified. The Crucible was nearing Emerald City. Mamonos and their husbands alike are still fleeing. If the wave hits.... if he dies... OZ will die as well.

''Oho.... looks like this is the Death of the King.''

"I DON'T WANT YOUR OPINION CIRCE!!!"

''Really? Not when I need to remind you, that you're still having your restraints on?''

Jeiel looks at his soiled hands. The Paths were drawing nearer. The rest of the faction of monsters, behind them. HE was at breaking point. He wanted tears to fall. But not this time.

"You want the power for that Glyph right? You want a source of energy undrained and undiluted?"

Jeiel unleashes the 4 covenant elementals. Erran. Qualin. Amihan. Pyra. All were influxed in anger, as much as he was with the defilemenmt of his wives.

''I'm GETTING YOU ALL BACK. BY HOOK OR BY CROOK.''

 "HERE IT IS!!!"

The ground quivers. Shakes. A roar from beneath the earth. Energy bursts forth and blinds all in a halo of light. The Paths, monstrified, stumble back.

 ALLEGIANCE – TETRARCHY!!!”



