Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160905031434

The area around Aria explodes with red-fringed black light, and she emerges from the blast, now dressed in a black Arcadian kimono.

'And this is why I didn't want to wake the Blight Queen...' murmurs Azarias. 'There's very little anyone can do at this stage. Dolenus, Manteau, put up a barrier with your Dragons, and get any remaining people out of here.'

So saying, the Prince of the Apocalypse stumbles forward, and ghostfire dances around him, flickering with a pale light.

'I am the incarnate Archangel of Destruction, Herald of Death, Prince of the Apocalypse, and Sin of Luxuria,' they hear him mutter. 'I will not be beaten by a self-styled queen of annihilation. I am a Sword Saint.'

And with those five words, the ghostfire erupts, and blinding light appears beneath his feet. Thin strands of waving metal extending from the light like the tentacles of a sea-creature, surrounding Azarias.

'This is my third and final Divine Armament,' he says, quietly. 'The Divine Crown: Voidwielder.'