Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160731051255

Ibrahim stops. There is a lengthy pause, as if he questions himself. Then, he reaches out...

And the Glyph simply disappears. The stone goes dull and falls heavily, the thud of its collision with the floor echoing about the chamber, and then dying off. No thunder, no flash. It is as if Ibrahim has posessed it all along, and it was simply returning from whence it came. The silence grows. Ibrahim looks at his hands.

"This is it?  I don't feel any...urgh..."

He staggers a bit, his hand on his head. He leans against the stone. Hound steps to him to help him, and sees it, something that nobody else would see---Ibrahim's eyes. They are no longer the bright, optimistic eyes of youth. They are old. And they are, somehow, tired. Tired of searching, of waiting. Waiting for the truth.

He looks up at Hound. "This is...this is it.  I finally have what I need.  I can finally be rid of this...this curse.  This..."

And he looks over at Regina.

And, somehow, his eyes regain some of that youth. Hound can tell. He knows that look of the feeling thay changes a man forever. But, the room goes cold...

"At last, the circle is completed.  One last time, the ritual of the eternities is done."

Everyone turns. Regina claps her hands over her mouth in mute horror. Ibrahim steps forward. His voice is clear in the chamber.

"Hello, Victivius."