Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20180127172309/@comment-26120744-20180127200721

And so the Judged perish, their very essences scattered to the wind.

And the wind blows them toward destiny.

In a state of half-lucidity, the formless, ruined matter that had once been the Fifth and the Named would find themselves... somewhere. Somewhere dark and cold and compacted, like the interior of cocoons, one for each of them.

They were changing, each of them could feel it. Into what, none of them knew.

And just outside, wherever they were, a shadowed Messenger watched the process.