Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170117044451

"Even still, what he truly did was beyond what you saw..."

Armata's world comes into focus. The crystal is on the ground, melting into a black puddle that rapidly evaporates. Anansin's voice cuts through the air, bringing him rapidly and fully back to reality.

"That man placed her brain in the body of an abomination that he controlled through the bindings of a demon of the Old World. She could not fight back.  She could not do anything but what he commanded.  The brother of our Lord, the Doctor who stormed your stronghold, went into her mind and slew the demon, but he was too late.  He could only ease her physical pain by euthanizing her body, but Madness finally took her mind in undeath and the Void claimed her.  Her ghost would have wandered forever had our Lord not brought her to the Mori and claimed her pain as his own."

Anansin steps back. She opens a rift.

"Decide for yourself what chord is struck in your heart now that you have plucked the string of the fate of another. Discord or harmony, its song ends with you." The portal widens and she steps through.

When Armata next looks up, he is in his throne room, on the crimson carpet that leads to his dais, and Cyndwella stands where she was before, her arms folded. His guards rush up to him.

"Your Majesty, what happened? One moment you were fine, the next you were on the floor!" The first says.

"What have you done??" The other looks up to Cyndwella and puts a hand on her sword hilt.