Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180817214119

Once again, in spite of his injuries, Prad draws on his limited pool of willpower to lean from behind the tree. While the conversation is pretty afar, his remnants of power allow the words to carry to his ears. His fear had since long fried, ensuing that a small with be his only answer.

Stuck in a foreign world with a potentially dead member, the only one who he could speak to under the greaves of some ancient entity looking to besiege the land. His power is gone, his body too crippled to properly move and at a dangerous range despite the range.