Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160902155924

Praetor begins hoisting the huge chunks of rubble out of the way as the others keep watch warily. Pieces of the Palace are falling, breaking off as the mass lifts higher into the air, drawn to the Crucible.

Ibrahim grits his teeth. "This isn't good..."

A dark streak blasts between the group, knocking Praetor forward. The force knocks Ibrahim backwards onto the ground, breaking his concentration. "What...?"

The black lightning stops on top of a ruined wall, smoke billowing from its strike. Adelaide rises up and sneers at the group. She draws an enormous scythe, a silken sound as its blade emerges.

"Did you really think you could escape from me that easily, that I would be stopped forever? One does not lightly spurn the hand of power when offered freely, whelp!"

"Shit! We don't have time for this!" Ibrahim says.