Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-28358106-20160904182848

Each link in the massive chain is a hundred feet wide, but they still groan under the strain of the Crucible as it rocks slowly, the enormous beam of dark energy carving into the earth, its thrust pushing the tower upward. Hound runs and Armata leaps, catlike, from link to link. They see Conrad...

He has stopped halfway up. He is looking down on the beam, its light reflected on his face, his expression of madness in its flickering glow...

He gestures as they approach.

"Magnificent, isn't it?  Such a thing in the hands of the Order would surely end the Demon Lord's reign.  Such power..."

They look down. The beam moves slowly across the ruins of the city, carving into its foundations, entire blocks annihilated as it passes through them. It leaves a flaming trail as it moves.

Hound starts. The trail the beam is carving...is in the same shape as the Glyph. Conrad doesn't recognize it; if he did, he would know exactly what it meant.

Conrad turns and looks at them both, half of his body illuminated from the chaos below. The God Blade seems to burn in his hand...