Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170614135127

Bentley's shape fades away in a shadow step a few meters away, a schreeching noise polluting the area. A jet black shackle springs into ungodly life with a glaring maw, tethering into a succession of meters in the air. It coils in distance around the sphere, its head glaring directly from overhead.

The source happens to be the dark man's hand, branded in unholy charms hanging from it. Clenching his palms, a surge of gray matter starts rushing through the shackle.