Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160904000131

Conrad lurches forward, his previously calm visage turning feral.

"What sort of a fool do you take me for, De'Sange?? Of course you want the power of the Glyph! Why else would you even be here? You dont expect us to believe that - "

Conrad is cut off by a deafening sound. The three of them are knocked off their feet as the ground quakes from a collision far above them. Hound, Armata and Conrad regain their footing, and Conrad looks skyward.

"What...what in..."

The undersides of the Crucible and the Palace had collided, the Palace now hanging underneath, looking like a crystalline stalactite. Shards of the Palace rain down like dust as the cloud of debris billows out from between them.

The echo of the collision sounds off the landscape, dying off in booming peals, louder than the loudest thunder, like the answer of an angry god. It rumbles, then fades. All is silence.

Then they see it begin to change.

There is a sharp crackling sound, like icebergs colliding. The tip of the Emerald Palace, facing down, begins to change. Ropes of darkness whip from between the cracks of its crystal, spreading over the entire structure. Blackness pours over the Emerald, changing it.

Changing it into something Hound has seen before...

The blackness spreads upward, the Emerald warping and cracking, turning into the black obsidian shards of the Crucible's interior. The shadow spreads upon the Palace like wildfire, corrupting it, rapidly overtaking the once green, vibrant building.

And, on the sides of the Crucible itself, enormous openings begin to yawn, impossible holes, vast and dark, each as large as the Palace itself...

Conrad stares, incredulous. The words stumble from his mouth, himself not believeing them.

"The Palace...Victivius was after...the Palace itself..."

His face begins to twist into indescribable rage.

"Impossible. ..IMPOSSIBLE!"