Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28530195-20161128041411/@comment-28358106-20161128043258

(We're the only ones down here, everyone else is upstairs waiting)

Instantly, a hemisphere of shimmering energy surrounds the Abominatron. She is frozen in place as I activate the wards around the room, each one lighting up in sequence. Streams of energy flow from her frozen form, pulled from the excess given off by the transformation, condensing into thin streams that spiral and thread through the smaller wards, and finally through the large ward, where it is funneled into the core, my hands focused on directing the flow.

After around a minute of this, the core begins to hum with a clear, high pitched sound until it is at last glowing with a bright, blue-green, almost white light. It is done.

The wards fade, and I gesture, dropping the time shunt as the Terrorcons are already beginning to disassemble.