Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190406143131

Host-Prad lifts a hand, beckoning his spectres at his side as they fill the sky as if sitting at an amphitheater. Their crossed faces line on the old deity and the one who challenges him.

He sits at his peak, drawn to this exchange of curses and violence, ever distant from what occurred before him.