gaiantwilight

The cold patter of rain fell as steadily as the violet onslaught of lightning through torrential skies. Dark clouds huddled along the horizon as a chill wind swept over the entirety of the land and its inhabitants like a sinister blanket of necromantic tyranny. Still, there was an unnoticed force amidst the wayward storm. Twin pools of amethyst balefire could be made out through the sheets of rain, thoughtfully observing the consummation of the apocalyptic storm brewing within the space time continuum. Moonlight scathed the metallic runes on dark robes, illuminating smooth features for just an instant. Then, with liquid reflex, that sleek form fused into the shadows in a combustion of archaic prismatic light.