Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-30014014-20190401000029

Host-Prad removes his hands from the tempest of the shackle lightning borne from his fingers. Why would he continue to expend himself when the rest of those he look at now unleashed their main arsenal.

Even with Pramool seeping forth a meteor hall, the man thought it fit to stop his infernal dance of shackles spawned from a tortured man's vengeance "Now they move, now they act. Now this one may 'shut himself' as you once commanded, old zealot, for the spectacle you have wrought will surely bring entertainement to this final act".