Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181224175157

Possessed Prad lifts himself from the bed. All the unnatural event seeping from his possessor recoils back under him, the ink-like liquid rushing back to his feet, absorbed and torn out of this realm. As a result, the rift that was constituated by it withered down and died, screeching in a tone of defiance before finally forcing the walls back to as they were.

He walks further from the bed to the door, a hand on the knob and fingers ready to clench. Then a scoff...

He backs away with a few steps and jumps, arms borne on his chest in a cross "Let us see what matter of artifacts they may carry".

Static lightning rounds under him to act as a gate of some sort. It disassembles his body in a flight of particles, disappeared from the room in a sudden silence.