Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160721231659

(Oh no, not fleeing.  Just trying to avoid getting killed. He's no coward, but he's not likely encountered anything like this before.  He's got a long ways to go, trust me.)

Hound sees the Glyph splitting the air, wavering. It looks...different now,  perhaps larger? No, stronger, maybe. It's siphoning it's power directly to Ibrahim,  but it's clear that a great deal of the power is being lost, uncontrollable. Random smaller bolts rake the landscape wildly. Streams of energy reach into the sky, and the storm, unnatural, ghastly, now is lit from within by its own lightning,  but red. Bloody gashes light up the black cloud, a heart of darkness, woven with bloody vessels of crackling Glyph energy.

Then Hound sees it. There is a tear in the planes inside the Glyph. The tether that bonds it to this world is being strained...