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Just a girl sleeping - nothing to be too concerned about; so he thought until a large pair of wings ripped through the flesh of her back which flapped and brought the creature, no longer human, to its feet wielding a wicked-looking Morning Star. Jordyn was rooted to the spot but then logic started to set in. It was just an image though, wasn't it? Just part of his silly little imagination, some might even call it a dream or a nightmare. So, if he were to strike, no harm would be done, right ? For all intents and purposes, he should be able to utterly destroy this creature and no one would care. It was.. just... all in his head..

The creature opened its mouth to speak but lips and face contorted and twisted outwards, forming a beak. "SQUA-YOU-AK?!" It was the only intelligible part he was able to make out. He stood there, his heart pounding in his chest and pupils becoming dilated - if he didn't act quickly then the beast might've found reason to use its weapon.

As he approached the final stage of his madness, the self-proclaimed "Phase Three", more sand began to spill from his rings and onto the floor, an entirely disproportionate amount. Jordyn slowly lifted his hand then, palm facing upward and fingers curled inward, allowing the substance to gather in the palm of his hand.
This was him,
This was who he was..
and this was the reason he was at Barlo Mansion.