Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170717135930

As Abiathar speaks, he could see someone walking from the oblivion. A hood hinders his eyes. A mask conceals his face. An armor hides his flesh, shimmering with a purple aura. A few amethysts adorn his attire, painted in a pure snow white.

He walks in closer, until up to mere meters from the two. A strange gauntlet decorates his left arm, protused with small rods. Its power crackles a bit, suggesting a recent usage.

Now face to face, both him and the dark man take on a praying stance with their hands colliding together. By then, the icon of a purple crystal, slashed in half appears on the dark man's right shoulder, glitching in and out of existance, its very inscription, a fleeting one.

Exactly like the one that appears on the stranger's hand...

"It's been a year" declares the stranger, still in his prayer stance.

"A year null wasted" replies the dark man, equally in the same pose.

"As expected of our kin..." A slight gaze escapes his mask, directed at the dark man's guest "A monster? Between dimensions like us?" THe gaze hardens a bit.

"He is unless the rest..." the dark man speaks "He called me and another here"

"I can see it...he feels different to the rest..."