Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-25808351-20190128130046

(Everyone) Armata eyes dart up to the window and stare the moon, his eyebrows turn inward as his anger grows. He sneers as he clenches his fists, his body bursts to black smoke that trails behind three crimson orbs that flash with power. It unnaturally strides through the sky while guards watch, they know such a display from Armata can only be in rage or urgency.

Guards mobilize and follow Armata’s trail as it streaks through the sky. Within the room stocked with Armata’s work, the windows open slowly and black smoke pours into the room. It churns in from every window in the room, coating the entire floor in the swirling smoke. At the center of the room a figure rises from the smoke and forms into Armata, the smoke across the room slowly being sucked under his cloak until the room is clear. Armata stares at Prad, clad in an armor he was not given permission to.