User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-27550231-20190820233147/@comment-30014014-20190823034933

The man who walks in another's shadow does not move. His footing, steadfast, even as Praetor had devoured the gap between. No word, no movement, no thought.

Only the immesurable silence of his eyesockets briefly spiked with the gleam of amethyst. The ghosts that hung from the cosmos, no longer...present. Gone, forever. Returned to the darkness of his arm, his gauntlet. His...A.G.

All of it, before the man had crossed the gap of the void to meet the man who hides behind the wall. His blade, so close. And yet, snuffed midway.

Halted, blocked, denied its killer strike. Blotted by the sensation of another glimmering metal. The feeling of another arm wielding a blade, unseen...hidden. Yet, he could not move it further.