Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180923031006

"The split one strays in the inevitable path. This realm and its famished husks are damned" continues the gray one, once more fading in a funnel of dust. Prad's deep gaze can only summarize the drifters, present yet away, standing as his vigils. Their blades out in the open, waiting, burning away from him as the orchid strain in his irises burn off...