Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627101923/@comment-30014014-20190726004245

"Funny how a mere disappearing trick is seen as a 'I am running away' act! Be they planetary or galactical, all friggin' megalomaniacs are the same, aren't they?!"

"Indeed, it is rather presumptuous to think for one to have grasped victory so easily"

Two voices against the one they deem megalomaniac. One of them, calm and reasonable, looking to point out the fallacy.

The other, violent and storming, screaming in leer at the declaration.

Two voices, never as clear as they now, with twin beams piercing from the upside and downside. A breach from their respective tears, swelling a quantity of...substance from each side. Light and shadow. Darkness and brightness.

A bountiful sphere and a jagged tetrahedron.

"Ohh, how long has it been since I've laid my eyes on anything. How long has it been since I've stood on any true realm as my true self". The sphere speaks, elegance and blissful composure. It seemingly turns to Jalken, its voice, ever soothing in plentitude "Child, you may want to remain from the following events. I fear you may end up injured in the ensuite chaos".

"No kiddin'! Unless you want a second hand trashin', go watch that sister of yours instead, seriousy!" The voice of the tetrahedron speaks in volatile temper, lashing out with serrating words lacerating its surrounding "Isn't that why you're here anyway?! You better make on it! Now! We're walking to this...whatever the hell it presumes to be, anyway!"