Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170706052413

As the clones rush over to assault the mimic of the dark man, the swirl between its hands gains in power before collapsing intto a full fledged vortex. It slowly turns to the sprinting shades, opening its fingers to a gray vortex now in a full typhoon.

Only, its eye of destruction did no mere redecoration of the land...

Come...come into the Purge of Börtön...

Uttering these words with a glauque tone, the icon of an eye scarred by a gray line is carved directly over the head of anything and everything present in the vicinity of the now glaring vortex. The landscape, the building, the very soil slowly rips away to the epicenter, the shade of the dark man with great cacophony.

The clones themselves would better have to retreat than to rush towad the Penumbra with a murder intent for their corporal form now tethers in the brink of violent disassembly. Alas, their forms were all but the only thing dying.

The surrounding colors, the aspect of air. Everything which had a semblence of life withers and writhes toward the vortex now in the shape of a shattered eye glaring to all who dares glare back. The Penumbra holding its unbearable weight spouts an unstable aura of flame-like surrounding, far from paling from the effects. The very land around the Purge of Börtön withers to a gray landscape, the tolling undending. Whatever these clones are to do, they better think fast or risk a purge...