Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-25808351-20180913004255

The world shifted back to the scorched earth Pramool awoke in. His power surges like a great wave and those present feel a sudden blast heat so fierce, they could swear Tirush had unleashed her fiery breath. Pramool’s bones soon begin to crack and his muscles expand.

“You all flee, because you know death is the only option.... You flee thinking that what you see is all that I am! BEHOLD MY MAJESTY!!!!”

Armata turns to see what he could not believe. Pramool’s skin rips like paper as his muscles expand beyond human form. The old one’s aura becomes visible, a dark crimson flux kicks up dirt and even the debris from the destroyed prison. The group watches as Pramool’s body contorts, breaks, grows and reforms. His horns alter and grow. His hair falls out and doesn’t return. His skin turns to an obsidian shade with red mixed in. His veins bulge and light up as if fire was now his life blood. Wings sprout from his back in bursts of immeasurable crimson fluid.

Slowly he grows until he towers over the group like a skyscraper. With a deafening and terrifying roar of absolution, Pramool reveals all that he is. The father of all monsters.