Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190516025150/@comment-26517142-20190611023412

As Pir'e flies off, Lyndis' hand limps down and she stares at the form of her more brilliant friend. All the while she looks at her hands..now entering a slow ..crude green state of decay..

"You won't win....EGRESS THE SWATHING..."

(Cuts off..as her vision fades) --

Some of the Vampires spot Pir'e from the distance and wave. "Miss Pir'e! Miss Pir'e!" said a younger soul. "Where is Lyndis??"

Meanwhile, as Ophelia said her final words of agreement, the Clowin looked at each other, and one of them, seemingly the oldest and wisest of the lot, spoke. "Let us begin."

Under the watchful eye of the Blood Order, the Clowin reach out to their chest, placing it upon their center. Dark energies begin to circulate..as their energy swirls out in the middle of their palm. Both Miasma and Demonic Energy collect, making the turbulent orbs on their hands larger and larger..

And they all shoot it - straight to Ophelia. The collective energy strike nearly blast her off her feet...and ignites all the spell vessels in her body..she feels her body is on fire.

Samuel, on the other hand..feels a weird tingle on his wrist. ".....wait...what is....happening?"