Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150816183246/@comment-5614539-20150916081715

The syringe explodes outwards, Aenverium's blood burning through the sides... like acid. The blood flows back into the wound, which promptly seals. In a drag of a voice, Aenverium's says, "Ouch. Now, I tire of this game." He raised his hand, and the ashes of Dunlammus flowed into a pocket of Aenverium's midnight-black cloak, and he strode over to Helvian. Kneeling down beside her, he grabbed her arm, uttered a few strange words, and together, they disappeared in a shadowy flash. If Eliza was fast enough, she would have come along too.