Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190618134911

Everything is captured to a still picture. From the skies...to the people...to the dead...to...its death. Everything is recorded and embedded in an amethyst gem, clenched in the 'guest' palm. The last echo of a dead god pulled to the underworld as no more than yet another victim...or perhaps, disavowed from existence itself...

"I. Am. Finished. Here" His last words. The light from his host's eyes collapse...as does his body, puncturing the ground like a meteor, the vestige of his power falling over him in an effort to re-unite with the man who polluted the very skies ion his galvanizing thunder.