Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190627101923/@comment-30014014-20190730145020

Amidst the nothing. Or nothingness. Two objects abject their presence.

Hovering gracefully, as if never touched, a pure sphere of graced light flickers from a ray of sun persisting in beaming the object.

On the other side, corrosive darkness. Shackled to a spot in particular, a tear in the space phasing a dark tetrehedron back to reality with wounds around itself, wounds lashed to space.

"I suppose it really is happening" The sphere speaks in phonal harmony, letter of aline genesis sprouting in the whim of its voice "My counterpart, I bare you, prepare yourself. We are manifesting ourselves for this conflict seeker".

"Of course!" Discordant tones further pollute the space around the tetrehedron "You don't need to tell me twice. We're wasting her punk ass! On you!"

And thus, does their refraction begins...