Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181015012335

Prad's entire body jolts in a sudden manner, almost as if someone had done something to startle him. Her voice? Likely...if only that were the case...

The worry spawned from that question, a torrential contrast to the violent clash of metal, forceful to his ears, nothingness to her. The man in the fold has clapped his metallic hands together in a most violent fashion, directly over her head, laughing as he did of a grave, muffled voice "Yes...what did you see? Was it the comeback of a primevial entity, who so easily put your life on the tip of its blade? HIs question, two paths converging to death?...

'What did you taste? The iron of the crimson lifeforce erupted from your jaws, faced with swift blows from the beasts like her kind? Those who still play illusions with your senses?...'

'What did you hear? The countless screeches of the hungry? The rumbling cacophony of her kind ripping our fellow apart? Those left to the devices of those rotten walkers?...'

'What did you feel? The numerous cuts on your body, likely. WHich one did mark you the most? The foot, given by the jagged one, cold and distant? How about the punctures suffered by the gemini, laughing and revering in your plight? Maybe the sense of power the old one had as he prodded your lifestring?"'

All of it, bad. All of it, torturous. None of them, as debilitating as the singular lightning strike inflicted to him by the phantom, which rattled his entire body. None as violent, as the sudden abandon of the same, lifting his power to give the boy to pain.

Prad closes his eye, all too keenly bound to those harrowing memories. He turns to Roda, a torrent of horror "The return of what appeared to be their god, visiting wrathful vengeance upon them. HIs army, his children, flooding the stranger realm. I faced him, or rather, he faced me. Told me I had two choices: Die kneeling...die standing...I ran..."