Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180912053653

Once more, the drifter unravels from the fold between worlds, visible in its grotesque form. Its feet land on the receding earth, infesting it with its own plane. A plain visible individual. A sign of respect, perhaps?

The other drifter phases as well amidst its Breach Cluster, whirling with fleeting links to the other side flowing sideways, a gash on this very realm. Its blades constantly blinking between realms as well. It casually glances at the retreating group. Its blindfolded face turns back to its brethen "┴ɥ-ǝ--ǝǝ ƃ-ƃ-ƃɐd p-p-pᴉssᴉdɐʇǝ"

Soon enough, the spoken one, through its harrowing impendiment between pronounciations, give in to the encroaching fold, embraced by it and banished from this realm. The one crossing blades with Pramool soon begins to fade, emiting particles on its armor, an impendent fate twin to its brethen...