Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190326034433

The stream dies. His people, dead, now entombed within his gem. There was more to be guided, that was certain. But for now...

"The current awaits..." He holds it between his hands, squeezing it shut. It snaps and dissipates, gone to another plane of existence, the same where it came from. His voice, one of a parent lulling a child to sleep.

He turns back to hence he came from, seeing the massive creature leering to this very place. He sees Marcus and his progenitor glaring back at it. Herja taking flight and Jorge remaining in place. He sees it all and crosses his arm as he takes a leap to the highest top nearby.

"A war of monsters, just like before. Insatiable in their lust for destruction, they turn their arms against another, as they did before. Child vs parent, grandchild vs grandparent, an inevitability among them. A spectacle for me. Gourge yourselves on each others' deaths, as you always did. I shall be your humble spectactor".