Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20190104225113

(Everyone) Suddenly, runes manifest upon the mirror before Armata. Foreign runes, ones beyond his understanding. They etch themselves into the seemingly ordinary glass, glowing bright like molten steel with each tune carved.

Armata’s image in the mirror begins to swirl, like caught in a vortex. Until suddenly, it is replaced by an image of Renwick. The Higher Vampire of another world stands proud and eager, looking upon Armata like an old friend.

“How is this possible?” Armata asks in a suspicious tone.