Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20191103030646/@comment-30014014-20191110050339

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Slowly, Prad's arms began mending themselves. They hurt, but, the clarity of thought had a greater grasp. The presence he once felt moments ago, it persists. A benign hand on his shoulder, or so, he thinks.

But now, they were a little more than just him. A faint, incomprehensible whisper, close to Roda's ear. From nowhere. The only distinction was that of the tone. A man. Calm, serene, a sentence yet to understand, propragated as a...question?

His senses are clear, devoid of the malevolent echo of the man who dragged him out months ago. More than enough for him to feel the earth churn. Senses, alien to him, clinging as if they belonged. Old grudges playing out from somewhere in this place he once visited.

Someone. Somewhere...had a vengeance to wreak.