Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180402155733

Prad's head slowly cradles up, aware of the hole on the ceiling...and heaven. The rapture sundering and scorching the skies above. The renewed vigor of the wyvern spreading her hate against the foreign.

Yet at his feet, he could feel the rumble of the undead flooding to this very area. His frame quiet trembles from the collective shockwave of their encroaching claws. Something that would indeed worry him, with reason. A reptile ripping the sky apart in the name of destruction and an undead platoon of mindless vagrants coming here.

Yet, his eyes were calm. Ignoring the impending violence of this makeshift arena, he returns his look to the skies above. A corner unabaited by her wrath is galvanized and rumbling, churned with dark clouds, much more concentrated than those that scorned his hands previously.

"Here..." he speaks, a violent cacophony of bolts craching down on the area, breaking more stones, pillars than before, clearing the sky further. Dancing clouds infested with their polluted lightning, circling the domain, resonating with the young man's voice "Over here..."

They groan and churn once more, the biggest in the heavens scorching the earth again, this time striking the place directly before Prad. His eyes were no longer his, his composure taking the allure of a possessed revenant "Fold now".

The lightning bolt striken before him schreeches around him as the clouds once seen all swell into this bolt, bloating it with a stranger's life frame, shaping it by talons and thunderous licks. A spear, shining, yet dark as well, calling out to the young man, daring him to touch it. Lightning seeping in corners, uncontrollably.

he takes hold of it, silence raptured in as quickly as the cacophony of the bolts from second before. His trembling body, ceased and held. The spear he now holds, Threnody.

He looks back to the wyvern and the foreign in a standing by pose, Threnody held besides him like a gate guard. He waits for a primed opportunity, his stance held against the impending crash to occur.