Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160920201819/@comment-28358106-20160922025355

The image fades. The group is once again before Victivius.

"And so it is done.  With this, you now have released that which keeps you in your past.  The contract now recognizes your claim to your true passion."

He extends a hand, palm out.  "And now, I claim my price."

Los feels a stirring in his mind. Strands of the ethereal fly from his body, filling an obsidian obelisk with a strange glow. After it stops, he has trouble recalling Tack's face...

"Cire, I..." Asja steps forward, reaching out to him.