Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171115200131

Through the madness Jorge hears the signal, the sound of charging warriors.

"Wh- whats hhappening?" Not having entirely regained full conciousness he struggles to fully take in the situation he is in. Every step he takes sends him in a different direction as the world spins around him.

"Can't lose. Nezon. Nezon"

The bright sun bounces off his fumbling, shining plate giving his position to all. He attempts to run to the treeline but falls once again this but this time he does not make a sound. This time the sun does not give him away. This time he vanishes without a trace

The knight's eyes struggle to focus as he attempts to get on his feet. His ears ring loudly preventing him from hearing the scuffle of his armor. His senses are deprived. Whatever Yuria had done it had left him worse than before, but at least his arm did not hurt.

... He stood there motionless in the open field trying to search for his arm, his armor, himself but there was nothing. After inspecting his surroundings he noticed the world was darker too. As if it had been washed in a dark grey blue ink...


 * Worry not my lordship.

Yuria spoke with a weak quiver.


 * They can not perceive us in here.