Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191120203148/@comment-30014014-20191221173335

@Hound

(Cool)

Hails of jagged shackles standing before him. Dark purple clouding the sky. Darkness slagging the floor. A fitfull light at the darkened heavens, amethyst in color in the shape of a false sun. Was one to look deeply into its blinding light, they would see a gigantic amethyst gem in its stead. And the ambient atmosphere of despair choking the very air. A...familiar air, to those who have visted the realm destroyed by Pramool.

Furthermore, the sizzling heat, a product of the arisen. Dead phantoms, against, bathed in familiar scents. No visages, but a cross scarred over their front, gleaming in the violet color.

They stare at the intruder, hands ripe in immolating flames. Numbering in the hundreds, they whisper voiceless tones as they broadcast their immolate palms toward him...and anyone behind him. And thus, a wall of solid flame screeches from their collective effort, looking to crash straight at Cerberus...