Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140329045024/@comment-4681758-20140523022426

Even in this dream state, the visions of these... Black Lanterns persisted still, causing him to sweat, shake and tremble. It must have been the purpose behind receiving the rings. You'd need a weapon as powerful as these rings claimed to be to even hope to stand a chance against an evil like this. But... Seeing how these creatures consumed everything, it made him question if everything he'd ever done... Maybe it was all for nothing. On the other hand... He needed to face facts. This was coming to Remnant. This was coming to HIS city. And he'd be damned if he let something like the Black Lanterns destroy everything he cared for without giving them the fight of their lives. Now, if only he could wake up...

He wasn't conscious, but he could still think. And if the ring was powered by his imagination, even if he was unconscious, all he had to do was focus on his imagination to channel its power. And he used that power to have the ring speak a message. The message he kept hearing over and over in his head.

The Blackest Night falls from the skies,

The darkness grows as all light dies,

They crave our hearts and our demise,

By his Black hand,

THE DEAD SHALL RISE!