Soundtrack for cutsceneThe creatures six intangible wings flutter in anticipation as you hand it your offering. As soon as the serpents spiral maws had closed around the shard, it is overcome with a rythmic pulsing, growing and expanding with every throb, to finaly encompass the entire periphery of your vision. The more you gaze at the creature, the less defined it's appearance becomes, until the image in front of you cracks like a broken mirror in one sanity shattering moment, and you realise that the incomprehensible vision before you was never meant to be seen in this world. You could immediatly tell that this incantation was worlds above the little portal opened for Lunette.
A pulse of sheer energy emenates through the area with a deafening blast, throwing you around like a ragdoll in a hurricane. Trees are uprooted like twigs, and a wave of dust is lifted of the ground. The serpents reality defying nature turns the ground into obsidian, cracking it in a perfect fractal shape as the wave of energy returns back towards the center of your incantation, only to be repelled outwards again, pulsing, throbbing like a breathing organism. With each moment the pulses grow shorter, the wave of energy concentrating more and more, until it finaly releases in a blinding column of pink light towards the eclipse. The sheer force unleashes dents the ground underneath forming a hexagonal crater.
Either a second or an hour later, you were unable to tell the difference anymore, the column of light reaches the eclipse, engulfing the moon, the sky, the entire world in the bright pink light. The column of light disappears, as a spiral pattern slowly becomes more and more clear on the surface of the moon, slowly unfolding. The path had opened. You ready yourself for your journey into the unknown, as a movement in the portal lets you hesitate. Hands. Hands of surch an absurd size that your brain denies any cooperation in trying to figure out whom they may belong to. Fingers from behind the portal wrapping around it's edges, stretching it, forcing open reality with a force that quakes the ground beneath you. The nexus serpent screams in ear-shattering agony as it's maw is torn apart from within. Liquid void drips from the portals edges unto earth, dissolving the ground as it comes into contact with it, leaving the ground pox-scarred like a meteoric shower.
Finaly, with the eclipse stretched to encompass almost the entirety of the sky, a single ball of sheer blackness drips unto the world, landing in front of you with a release of void energy that deconstructs all form of matter in the area around you. As the blackness dissipates, the energy condences into twelve figures - eleven of which dart away over the horizon as soon as they took shape. Only the twelth figure remains. Standing at about four meters tall it stands, mummified and incredibly thin. Its four arms stretched out in a welcoming gesture. Behind it, the portal closed, the moon moved on, and the sun light returned as if nothing ever happened.
Amazeroth had arrived. And he was not alone.
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Topic: Rise of the Magic Girls v3 IC: Poof. (Read 759103 times)