Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170406030911

Astrid says nothing. Instead, she disappears in a dark flash.

"We're not done yet, Astrid!" Cyndwella bellows as she rockets off towards the water.

Armata feels himself rising, his mind coming back to him as he is lifted from the water from the dam's reservoir. He floats, lifted by magic, and is set gently on the berm of the dam.

Astrid floats down to him as she begins to get his bearings.

"Sire, the time has come, I think, for us to complete our task, and quickly. Fear not for me, My Liege, for they shall not harm me..."

She reaches her hand down and places one, palm open, on his chest.

"Feed, now, on the ichor of those who have fallen before you, forever a part of your eternal cycle. Claim them again, Sire.  As the mortal blood of your vanquished once fed you, now shall they do so again..."

Armata feels the power surging into him. The blood of a thousand thousand, their dark power coursing through his veins. Throbbing, pulsing with raw, unfettered power.

She pulls back. She floats over the lake, ripples forming below her. She holds her palm down towards the water.

"...And let the miasma of the Void Queen speed us to our task, and swallow any light that would bar our way..."

The huge mass of water begins to churn, turning vile and black, corrupting into something terrible.