Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-28358106-20180821022342

(Jorge) As if in response to both Pramool and Jorge's resurrection, a second force begins manipulating Jorge's body. From the black ether unseen, the thinnest thread of darkness slips into his armor, tightening against his skin, absorbing into him. Something malevolent throbs in his veins, a poison of the spirit that robs the soul but lifts the hand.

His limbs find purchase not where he places them, but where he wills them to go. As if traveling the air were the most natural thing in the world, he feels as if he could climb the wind's stair and ride the gale of the storm. Air is no longer an invisible thing, but a means to movement, and he only need desire to go where he wants.

And then, like a forgotten memory, Victivius is gone.