Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190617015547

Marcus rips his knife from Pramool’s gut and jams to t into his shoulder in one clean savage strike. With the release, Armata turns into a crimson mist and reappears behind Pramool. Armata bites hard into Pramool’s neck, sampling the god’s blood.

Armata then turns into a crimson liquid and worms his way into Pramool’s blood. The ancient god screams with extreme pain. His being overwritten. He clenches his scalpe, staggering serval feet as Armata fuses with his blood.

Pramool suddenly energizes his aura, reigniting his aura. He isolates Armata’s invasion of his body.

(Within)

Armata suddenly is brought to a large open room made of pulsating raw flesh and veins. He was in a manifestation of the god’s heat, his true being. Armata stood there observing his surroundings as a physical clone of Pramool manifested in this altered reality.