Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20170614053333/@comment-26120744-20170619002740

The lightning armed through the thing. It thrashed, but seemed undamaged, it's form still seething and gaseous.

Through the fog she began to see visions of a future.

The Final Ones filling the sky of a unfortunate world, their point of entry into reality a kaleidoscopic vortex, fractal patterns spiraling outward into infinity. Stars turned into glaring, lidless eyes, the night sky turned into a Black Sea of vile insanity, closing in on the world from all directions.

If these vile things entered reality, then all things would suffer. She saw swarms of formless, seething entities crawling through and across Space-Time like maggots in meat. Wherever they tread, existance itself would shatter, places overrun by them reduced not into hellscapes, or eldritch cities, or any other nightmare. The realms they overran would be reduced to utter madness. All about them, space and time would be deleted, replaced by seething vortices of energy that had once been confined to the un-realms the Maiden called home.