Talk:Archive:Gaping Crevasse/@comment-3560733-20150126165243/@comment-3560733-20150422071708

"Why won't you feed me?" a voice echoed out around them. It seemed the principle of always check of your foe is down eluded the group. Following the voice, the stones, the metal, the dirt and dust and even each and every person began to float up off the ground. As the stones moved to the side, the mangled body of the Archetype was reveal. It seemed the stones did crush him, but even that was not enough to stop him yet. The sound of weeping bounced around them as the were lifted into the air. At this point, it did not seem that the Archetype was lifting them. Instead, gravity itself was void from the area they were in. The Archetype's body flailed about as it began to move closer to them, gliding across the air. Bones cracked and skin tore as it pulled and pushed at floating boulders in its way. This was a last ditch effort if there ever was one, it would seem to the group.