Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160706093130/@comment-28358106-20160711002010

"I honestly can't say.  We'll try to minimize the pain as much as possible." I turn to Lucida and speak quietly. "Monitor the Glyph veil, hon.  If it weakens, tell me.  I won't be able to concentrate otherwise." She nods nervously. "O-okay..."

I concentrate, focusing on separating the Naether plane from the prime. The room hums, and everything seems out of focus. Two images of Nathan begin to appear, wavering and attemping to seperate. Reality begins to waver.

Lucida shouts over the noise. "Papa...PAPA!  IT'S BECOMING UNSTABLE!"

I attempt to hold it. The vibration turns into a rumble, then a roar. Cracks appear in the walls, spreading, red light spilling from them. Reality begins to twist around the cracks. Glass in the room shatters, and the sound becomes unbearable. Arcanum arcs from my body and strikes the walls, and everyone ducks.

"It's...splitting on it's own!...I...can't..."

There is a shockwave, a red sphere bursting from the room. All glass and crystal on that floor shatters as it knocks people down and passes through the walls without destroying them, and people outside look up as the burst causes glass to rain down from the windows like an explosion. Everybody covers their ears from the cacophony that echoes all throughout the city, then dies away like thunder.

Everyone slowly comes to to see Lucida over my unconscious form, desperately trying to wake me up, tears streaming down her face.

"Papa!  Please, Papa..."

She turns and look up. Nathan is unconscious in the chair.

Floating above him, grinning evilly, is someone else that looks like him...