Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-28358106-20161011132717

"Hold hands if you have to. Just don't split up."

I raise my hand, the True Glyph appearing in the air. It then goes black, black like a lost memory, before the world is shrouded in darkness.

When everyone becomes aware of what has happened, it seems as if they have been standing there for an untold amount of time. Their minds drift, making it difficult to focus. 

"It seems we're in luck." My voice is almost a beacon in the nightmarish landscape. "We're practically there already."

The Crucible looms close, towering a mere mile or so away. Above it, circling it in a slow, looping path, is the Herald. Her shrieking roars echo off the distant structure.

"Just stay close to me." We head off.