Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190407210810/@comment-26517142-20190426063959

Traveling down the path... Cire went on with his feet running through the rough earth that lined the tunnel. Earth kicked up behind him; dead wind passed his face. Bones ...were littered in stray amounts as he passed by.

To Cire, this is nothing.

But then he stops. Dead ahead.....

There was a figure barring his way.

".... Cire?"

A shred of light passed her face. It was....

... Cire's worst fear.