Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160820033218/@comment-26444332-20160828001807

Michael steps aside, the Divine Illusion: Abyss tumbling into the air and snapped up by the phantasmal leviathan straddling the cliff. He looks extremely disturbed by the Dragon Armament.

'Now why is it that I never got one of those?...' The Highlord murmurs, before six angelic wings sprout from the small metal tear-shaped pack on his back.

'Meet my second Divine Armament, the Divine Solution: Seraphim,' he announces, and hovers around ten feet off the ground. His wings flash, and light collects in the hand not holding Varunastra, forming into a blade.