Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20181023170512/@comment-27049835-20181026002628

The chains are quickly cut by...nothing? Oh, no, the thing that cut them is just moving too fast to be seen. The brief distraction have Double the upper hand in the fight, and the Devourer, though hesitant to leave two meals behind, fled, the entity that cut the chains going with him back through the purple vortex.

The purple vortex reappears before Yharim before turning a crimson red. Out of the vortex slithers the Devourer, the entity, and a new being, dragging along something with some sort of casing. "Greetings, Lord Yharim. I've rounded up the others. Wait, where's the Storm Weaver?"

The Devourer's armor slowly starts separating, and the Storm Weaver bounds out of the space made. The armor closes again.