Dark Dune (Open) Dec 10, 2019 0:34:31 GMT -6
Post by Sanbu on Dec 10, 2019 0:34:31 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 100'000
Sanbu's PL: 100'000
Void, black as the consuming night, terrifying as the endless abyss from which Sanbu came to know in his most unsavory of dreams. What lay beyond him was an image for which he lacked the words to describe. Was there not a better way of describing death than this very sight? Sanbu knew few sentiments that were akin to the one he was feeling right now. A powerful and viscous gloomy energy wafted from the great fissure and the Majin could not help but get all the more fascinated. Besides training there were a rare few activities Sanbu could manage that actually brought about some manner of enjoyment for him in his life. It did him good to distract him from the various thoughts that plagued his mind but to find an escape at a time like this. It felt to the Majin that it risked being only a thought and nothing else. "So still yet so powerful, it need not move to bring effect to this place. Is this a power-level? Nay, something far more sinister. Truly, a magic of awesome proportion must have been used here. But just who could have pulled this off?"
Strong mysticism was at play here and on a scale of which Sanbu had rarely seen, the likes of which only comparable to the splendid feats he had seen in the Demon Realm. Demonic and warped, of a particular composition just not of the typical sort and here was a great amount of such an energy concentrated here of all places. A desert, stretching as far and wide as the eye could manage and for many more miles beyond that. Like a scar not yet healed or a sickness that knew no cure, lain here would be the most strange of landmarks and he just had to capture it. With a long stretch of parchment laid out upon the rock he was sitting it on, the Majin would start to paint the very sight he was seeing in full. Making use of a series of inks and brushes to properly create the painting he had in mind. The craft was a meticulous one but he enjoyed doing it regardless. Art at a time like this managed a great relief in face of boredom, that which he struggled to part from.