Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-27550231-20160820191118

I have no words for what I am seeing as the Crucible slowly makes it's way through the horison. The flames from the city give the sky a deep orange tint giving it a feeling of the end of the world. -Well this is it isn't it?- I think to myself as I gaze at the malformed spire that makes it's tears into the sky like a lone sharp fang biting into the very fabric of reality. That's when Aabi chimes in

"What is that?"