Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160724171730/@comment-26517142-20160726035443

"MILORD JEIEL!!!! OZMA!! SHE IS --"

Jeiel swerves and finds Ozma convulsing into a state similar to an epileptic. Her eyes went gold. Her body emanated aura.... and power that Jeiel knew was familiar. Deadly familiar.

"EVERYONE GET DOWN!!!"

The Paths were the first ones to drop. Everyone quickly followed. And what came next was a ring of explosive energy that sliced through everything standing.

"Oh crud......"

Jeiel stands and from the table she was set upon,  Ozma floats over, gilded in golden aura. A crest emerges in the center of her chest.

"What- is this??" Ozma asks in fear and anxiety. She lands on the ruined table.

"Ozma...... you are..... the7th Path."