Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20190517114924/@comment-26120744-20190518043952

Of course the ground beneath them is broken and they fall on another platform. Now they're really at the edge of everything.

They see pods floating in the air, akin to Mabel's Bubble from Weirdmageddon, only they can see shapes curled into the fetal position, twitching with vile life as they're broken down and reshaped over and over again.

"Old foes...." The woman said, getting up. "And the last one."

Before them was a winding stairway of crystal, impossible lights and colors dancing on the many surfaces, leading up to a throne of mind screwing.

And sitting on it.....