Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190326182614

(Everyone) “Very well. I gave you your last chance.” Pramool turns from his kin and teleports in a pillar of flame to a cliff overlooking the battlefield. He transforms back into his giant monstrous form. Red and black wings stretch open and show their enormous span. Pramool inhales deep and rears his head forward, his maw opens and black oil-like liquid blasts forth as he lets out a eardrum popping roar that drowns out all other noise.

Both Marcus and Cerberus cover their ears in pain, their heightened hearing making it unbearable. As Pramool quiets down and slowly looks to the horizon, soon the ground begins to rumble. From the top of the hill far ahead of the city facing the group, a sea of grotesque creatures that defy nature flood into sight. The numbers are boggling and the force is approaching fast.