Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180921030204

"Ohh...that bolds ill..." Prad mutters, all too weakened to muster any sense of urgency, his nerves and synapses all overtaken by the endurnig plights of previous battles. HIs eyes catches all that is around, yet only just. Blurs of colors and auras colliding, all overwhelmed by the idle one.