Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160811184605/@comment-24760123-20160813164615

Aryon had thrown up a shield at the last second, protecting the whole group from the blast.

Darius was pouring more healing potions down Aras' throat. The Emperor was on the edge of panic, but his stony face wasn't showing it.

Aryon, on the other hand, was very nearly in tears. His ancestral enemy had succeeded in bringing down Walk-Brass, thus, Aryon had failed in his duty to Morrowind again.

Lyris was in shock, the adrenaline from the battle still coursing through her body.

As the last tower fell, the world stood still. The magic wave radiated from Walk-Brass as the Brass God released its grip on Mundus...

In a split second, the world changed, and yet, it didn't.