#mwahahaha
You PLUNNIE Writer? You toss plunnies at Writer like the target practice? Oh! Oh! Jail for instigators! Jail for one thousand years!
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“I see you, little oracle.”
His decayed face contorts with a malicious grin, and he reaches for her. His bony fingers brush against her arm, as his mind brushes against her own –
Irene screams.
In case you needed reminding of how powerful and terrifying En Sabah Nur is.
The sense of the Apocalypse fades upon her fleeing the vision, but the phantom touch lingers. Could he have reached her, from his present-future, into her present-past?
What an alarming question.
