Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170424191044/@comment-26444332-20170505153152

'And... release.'

With that, the Reality Marble falls apart, the ornate gears cracking and falling into the abyss before the group finds themselves exactly where they started: on the train, facing the Haunted and the enemy spellcaster. Nothing has moved; out the door, even the scenery is the same. The Mara Mist is gone.

The Inquisitor raises a hand, a magic circle appearing in front of his palm as Azarias falls to the floor, clutching his sides and coughing up blood. The Paladin grimaces before his Astral Circuits blaze with electric light for a second, tracing his nerves through his skin, and his Stigma activates.

'Analyze existence. Release.'

With that command, the Inquisitor's magic circle shatters, and he looks at his hand in mild surprise. Azarias drags himself to a standing position, leaning against the wall. His trench-coat falls open, revealing a dark red stain spreading across his shirt and waistcoat.

'If I might, I suggest we move to the next car.' he gasps, clearly at his limits.