Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20180819040937/@comment-27049835-20180827024159

As the shady scientist held the remote in her hand that would power her device and kill Angela, she asked Yharim, "Well?" Yharim seemed visibly torn before he sighed.

"I....I'm sorry, Angela." He spoke with sadness clear in his voice.

"Father? Father, what are you doing?" Angela responded in a frantic tone.

"I have to keep my grip on this omniverse. I have to rule. I have to show that love is weakness. One my enemies will never exploit." Yharim drew his sword and sent a horizontal slash at Moira and Angela, aiming to kill them both. Moira quickly faded away from the attack while Angela took the slash in the chest. She gasped, blood bursting from the injury, before she looked into her father's eyes and said her last words: "You.....you are a coward." With that, Angela dropped, dead.

"I'd expect no less from the son of the commander of the blackest waves, the son of the Final King!" Rania laughs, now on the scene, next to a catatonic Yharim.

Moira retreated as her only advantage was lost, but Yharim, snapping back to reality, caught many of her forces as she ran, including Lexaeus, Vexen, Argus, and Metal Alice. Yharim made his decision. Love was weakness. Long live Yharim.