Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170623011818

Thomas says nothing. He knows he can't stop her, that she's going of her own volition. He watches as she steps toward the tree, and her sister, horrified at what he is witnessing, but powerless to stop it.

Then her world goes quiet.

All around Nwa, the mantle of darkness enshrouds her. The tumult of the Naether and its spiritual screaming is muffled. Within this envelope of the Infinite, the presence she has felt makes itself known.

To anyone else, it would have looked like Wrath incarnate, a terrible thing of the Old Days. But to her, to her sight, it looks different.

He looks like Thomas.

His face is enshrouded, black as the Void. But it is Him. His shadow, his echo, the one who follows the path of the End. His infinite power is overwhelming, but that is not what she notices.

There is a veil of sadness around him.

She knows that He understands her sadness. She knows that He can take it away, and make it His. She know that somehow, He has been doing this for a very long time, since before the age of hours, when all things were one and not divided into the petty measures of duality.

He steps forward. It takes a long time before He reaches her.

"My child...come...let me carry you beyond the fields you know.  The harm that would befall you shall be mine, and you will know peace as no other..."

He holds out His hand.