Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-25808351-20190530004226

Pramool stands stoically as he takes in everything. His eyes shift to the aggressive display in the clouds, then to Grimgarl’s new fearsome form. He continues to observe as Marcus and Cerberus trudge their way back into the fight, bruised, bleeding, tired, yet still completely willing to persist. Even Herja, Acheron, Barnabus and Armata appear and surrounded Pramool. His glowing yellow eyes turn to his fellow immortal, as an uncharacteristic smirk appears on his face.

“You could not seal me before, and this time shall be no different. Though I must confess that I am impressed at the fortitude displayed this day. Though these mortals grow weaker with each blow, they hold firm. Despite the countless lives they have failed here.”