Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170614185048

Thomas slows to a halt as he approaches the tree.

His mind's eye screams over what he is seeing. Just on the edge of madness, the diseased tree extends its withered branches skyward in a woven tapestry of corruption. It reeks of evil, but more importantly, is covered in sadness, a sadness that always follows corruption as a shadow of former balance. He tries to shake it off, and almost finds it impossible.

I can't do this, he thinks. I can't let her do this. She'll be destroyed. She'll---

Wiping out his thoughts, the black shadow rises, threading through the air, a knife that would slay all reason in any other man. Immediately he knows what it is. It writhes, a mantle of the darkness that ends all. It congeals into something misshapen and formless, but recognizable to all creatures. The Will of Victivius surrouds them.

Like a mantle, it envelops them. Its sorrow reaches for Nwa, and even now, Thomas understands exactly what his brother was thinking when He laid claim to Nwa. He understood that only balance could be achieved. It must be achieved.

The black wrath that surrounds them cloaks them in the darkness primordial. The evil of the tree's corruption is stopped---no, frightened---away from them.

Nwa can feel Him, just on the other side. He feels remarkably like Thomas. He knows her darkness, too. And, somehow, he is sadder...

But she knows that nothing would stand against the power He has given them.