Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20190517114924/@comment-26120744-20190518052900

They're catching up rapidly. He seems to run past blurred images.

Images of what looks like .... himself? As a small boy? What?

He's running from similar creatures, hiding from them in great, honeycomb-like structures in a zero gravity environment. He's leading an even younger person by the hand.

Who is that?

Whatever's left of the faceless protector drops silently to the ground, shattering like glass. The figure never even left it's throne.