Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180925014347

The group finds themselves on the otherside of the rift, back within the Covenant’s castle. The crimson dimension fades like a morning’s mist as Armata silently exists the room. His advisors, generals and supporters surround him like flies to stink, asking of what happened. Imperia stick close to Tirush, never leaving her side.

Barnabus, Acheron and Alburn has all reminded in their world. Marcus watched Tirush hauled away, his guilt at it’s peak. Though he was manipulated, Marcus felt an uncontrollable sense of responsibility for all that happened. It weighed on him greater than any other. His guilt ate at him like maggots.

(All I’ve fought to protect is now in jeopardy, by my own hands. There is only one way to set this right....) Marcus thinks to himself before walking away.