Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170424045712

Balana nods at Racer, who gives Cire one last look of longing before exiting the tent. The matriach Aswang then places one hand on top of Cire's and sprinkles the concoction on top of both hands.

The powder started to form that of a pentagram.

"Now... channel your life energy into your hands. It will be key to the expunging. Do it now."

Suddenly, there are deadly flashes across CIRE'S mind.

It was as if... he didn't want to do this. (Gonna rep later. Wow. Got lucky. Found an unli internet promo for 5days. :)