Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170707115510

Slowly...slowly the writhing vortex of epicenter slows down to a crawl, the destruction settling down to the lifeless surrounding. Everything around razed to the ground saved for the Penumbra detatching its palms apart and the inky one jumping nearby, still with an eye icon over its head...

The same blinking in and out of existence directly over the area, much larger glaring down at  the gray zone created in the aftermath, a distorted reality colorless. An indiscriptive sound escapes it with every blink, a sound reminescing of whispers in the night.

The Penumbra stand amidst the lifeless land they sow, waiting "You hide, but what will you do now?" Their voices are distorted...and quiet.