Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20181015005015

Prad's gaze is focused, despite his aversion, to the space where the phantom stands, ever hidden, in plain sight. His eyes are weary, mind clouded. This entity clearly has enjoyment of seeing all of this death. All of this misery. All of it, just as a way of spelling out 'told you'.

What word could he use to sway the man to this cause? He has worded cautienary tales against their deception, auditary and visual.

WHat act could he hope to make to convince him to lend his strength? He has made it clear he hold no value to anything touched by the monsters, be they old or new. An enemy to the beast kind, a warrior of primevial wars eons passed.

Prad's face falters, his hands washing it afloat. They hide the misery corrupting his facial corners, turned from the medic standing by his bed.