Soul Reaver stands for a moment, his arms still outstretched as they were when the fired the beam at Blackrend. Small sparks of red lightning crackle over his fingers. Slowly, he lowers them, feeling weary and aged.
However, with Blackrend gone, his will no longer holds together the matter he has forged from the Warp. The ground suddenly shakes violently, and a fountain of glittering red cloud bursts from the shattered rock like ink dropped into a glass of water. With every passing second, the stones seem to become more insubstantial, the crimson Warp visible in them seeping out as they disappear. Rocks and dust fall from the ceiling.
Almost groaning out loud, Soul Reaver painfully pulls up a Warp Shield around himself. He then looks over in Stavarus' direction.
A large slab of rock lies leaning against the wall where Stavarus was before. Soul Reaver runs over to his old friend - to his relief, the rock did not crush his body. Instead, Stavarus' limp form lies in the hollow formed by the rock, the floor and the wall. He lies in a pool of black blood.
Soul Reaver reaches in, pulling Stavarus' body from ther rubble. Whether he is alive or not is impossible to tell. A large rock bounces off Soul Reaver's shoulder-plate with a crash. Soul Reaver quickly draws another Warp Shield around Stavarus.
Above Soul Reaver, relieved sighs escape the lips of the imprisoned Warp Travellers. The prisoners of Blackrend's schemings, the webs of fate that once bound them are now dissolving. They are free to die at last, no longer held in agonized trall by the Warp Lord. As their powers disappear, the unnatural Warp Gate borne of Blackrend's energies also collapses silently in on itself.
Soul Reaver looks up at the almost inaudible sighs of the dying Warp Travellers... their bodies begin to dissolve into dust. However, Soul Reaver knows their souls will not find rest within the Warp - should they fly free here, they will be rent asunder by the Warp, and suffer death beyond death.
His face grim, Soul Reaver extends his left hand, a reddish glow suffusing it. The souls of the Warp Travellers float gently down towards him, too tired to fight the pull. In moments, it is done, and Soul Reaver closes his hand into a fist. However, a gentle glow from the souls remains around his gauntlet.
Soul Reaver then turns to look to his companions, to see if they need any help before Blackrend's reality collapses completely...
However, with Blackrend gone, his will no longer holds together the matter he has forged from the Warp. The ground suddenly shakes violently, and a fountain of glittering red cloud bursts from the shattered rock like ink dropped into a glass of water. With every passing second, the stones seem to become more insubstantial, the crimson Warp visible in them seeping out as they disappear. Rocks and dust fall from the ceiling.
Almost groaning out loud, Soul Reaver painfully pulls up a Warp Shield around himself. He then looks over in Stavarus' direction.
A large slab of rock lies leaning against the wall where Stavarus was before. Soul Reaver runs over to his old friend - to his relief, the rock did not crush his body. Instead, Stavarus' limp form lies in the hollow formed by the rock, the floor and the wall. He lies in a pool of black blood.
Soul Reaver reaches in, pulling Stavarus' body from ther rubble. Whether he is alive or not is impossible to tell. A large rock bounces off Soul Reaver's shoulder-plate with a crash. Soul Reaver quickly draws another Warp Shield around Stavarus.
Above Soul Reaver, relieved sighs escape the lips of the imprisoned Warp Travellers. The prisoners of Blackrend's schemings, the webs of fate that once bound them are now dissolving. They are free to die at last, no longer held in agonized trall by the Warp Lord. As their powers disappear, the unnatural Warp Gate borne of Blackrend's energies also collapses silently in on itself.
Soul Reaver looks up at the almost inaudible sighs of the dying Warp Travellers... their bodies begin to dissolve into dust. However, Soul Reaver knows their souls will not find rest within the Warp - should they fly free here, they will be rent asunder by the Warp, and suffer death beyond death.
His face grim, Soul Reaver extends his left hand, a reddish glow suffusing it. The souls of the Warp Travellers float gently down towards him, too tired to fight the pull. In moments, it is done, and Soul Reaver closes his hand into a fist. However, a gentle glow from the souls remains around his gauntlet.
Soul Reaver then turns to look to his companions, to see if they need any help before Blackrend's reality collapses completely...
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. But that's okies. no big deal. Soul, remember that Kanshisha still needs someone to help him regain his sanity. Oh, and welcome back, Jihon-beans 
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