Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190421032824/@comment-30014014-20190510031012

"Whatever it takes, huh?!" The dark rift's constitution one could call a mask turns to the other side, its tendrils snatching many more particles to constitute the elongation of the bridge they stand upon "We'll see about that..."

The bright mote turns as well, heat rising over the half of its mask. It condenses to a beam, phasing rapidly forward to a distance. The power dissipates and gestates to a ring at the end of the rift's construct...