Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160731211901

"Not if I kill you first." My hand holding on to my greatsword becomes engulfed in the cobalt flame which spreads to The sword too. "Ibrahim, how stable are these ruins? Cause it's about to get rough in here...." I set my gaze back on Victivius, my body is still in rough shape, I can still feel the miasma at work, but strangely it is as strong as before. Maybe Ibrahim's silverleaf wasn't so full of shit after all. But, for the first time in my life, I feel what father always feels.

The hunger is eating at me worse than the miasma. I want Victivius's soul.