Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160822020153

"Of course he is, you pompous fool.  We all are.  Even you!  You say you can feel it like a summer breeze, but I'd be willing to wager you're here because you can sense that blackness closing in around everything.  And yes, I know what it is.  I created it."

The glow on Lucida's arms fades and she drops them slightly, looking at Ibrahim. The lightning bolt in his hand wanes and almost disappears. "...What?  What do you mean, Papa?"