Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190617015547

Marcus rips his knife from Pramool’s gut and jams it into his neck in one clean savage strike. With the knifes release, Armata turns into a crimson mist and reappears behind Pramool. Armata bites hard into Pramool’s wound, sampling the god’s blood.

Armata then turns into a crimson liquid and worms his way into Pramool’s blood. The ancient god screams with extreme pain. His system being overwritten. He clenches his scalpe, staggering serval feet as Armata fuses with his blood. Pramool is now a raving creature of pain, as another begins to overtake him.

Pramool suddenly energizes his aura, reigniting it like gas to a flame. He isolates Armata’s invasion of his body.

(Within)

Armata suddenly is brought to a large open room made of pulsating raw flesh and veins. He was in a manifestation of the god’s heart, his true being. Armata stood there observing his surroundings as a physical clone of Pramool manifested in this altered reality.