Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190530050550

Host-Prad waited, no true intention of explicitly opening the second jest. Seeing the paragon of brightness halts his thought "So the bright meets the dark, teeming with naivety and delusion, begging the beast to unveil its hidden claw and usher in its next kill..."

He sits, the vapor on his armor withered out, his entire form hidden by the periodic thunder crash close to him, the only consistance being the violet pair of irises peering through the helmet.