Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160801221443

"Victivius has been trying to summon Aethuriel by creating more rifts through the planes.  More death, on a catastrophic scale.  He's trying to summon Aethuriel so that he can kill him."

He looks up at Conrad, glaring. "And he's been using Conrad to do it, to enact more death and destruction.  But once Aethuriel is summoned,  everything else, besides those two, will cease to exist.  All of us. Aethuriel is the End of All Things."

Conrad's features twist into a rage.

"Me? Use...ME?!  He promised a return to the old ways!  He showed me how he could use the Glyph to reverse existence, to make monsters as they really are, as...as.."

He roars, "...AS THEY TRULY ARE, FIT ONLY TO BE SLAIN!!"

"Then you are a fool, Conrad," Ibrahim says, resigned. "And you will die, too."

Conrad stands there, his body twitching in rage. His gauntlets creak as he grips the God Sword, flecks of foam appearing at the corners of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot.

"NOT BEFORE I KILL YOU, HERETIC!  RAAAAAAAGH!"

He lunges with blinding speed...