[IP] The portal

Azrael pushed against the door as the energy leaked into the plain like a mirage river. The iridescent colors sparkled, flashed and splashed as the door finally snapped shut.

[IP] Who’s first?

[IP] Who's first? Amaya stretched her essence to the roof top, a moment later she looked down at the desolate roads. Manzo's powers had laid waste to the city. The once gleaming high rises looked more like skeletal fingers probing the twilight sky a mockery of their former selfs. Their glass uniforms now dusted the streets below.