Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20180127172309/@comment-26120744-20180128165228

A throne is ahead of him, atop a spire of rock, facing away from him, though he can tell that something is sitting there, and it hurts his brain to even look in that direction, or even to think about the throne.

Closer to him, a hooded, spindly, insectoid thing slithers towards him, the one Dimensio would recognize as the self-proclaimed Emissary.

It hands Yharim a scepter made of vantablack material with a multicolored gemstone at it's heart.