Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-29458028-20150207164113

Louis Syphre knew he had not fully regenerated. It was possible for him to go back as an intangible shade, without a cloak of flesh, but it was not what he wanted. If he entered the mortal plane once more, the disruption would be massive, since his powers were not cloaked by the special runes that his children had.

He also didn't want to face his son. He had called the airstrikes. It was a barbaric act. It was still under his control, yet he just followed his son's advice, as if he was nothing more than an Auroran grunt charging into battle on his commander's orders. Because he kept thinking of the people, he gave his family the short end of the stick.

Louis nonetheless blinked his eyes, entering Mundus as an intangible, powerless shade, which would not bend the cosmic matrices. He appeared outside the Adamantine Monastery, raising his hands and walking forward.

Unlike his normal self, Louis was wearing a suit of golden platemail, six white wings extending from his back.

(Nothing can hurt Louis, but he is ethereal, so he can't interact with anything either, except through speech.)