Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190102070852

"You wish to walk the abyss that was the Cakra Jarana, the Circadian ages. What do you hope to see? Does this rotten corpse even entertains the thought of lore from the distant era? It shall bring me interest to see the depth his sunken library has diven to acwuire these..."

The eyes return back to brown.His cision no longer shades in gray, the weigh is gone. Prad lifts himself and turns to the directory. He gasps slowly. Once. Twice...Thrice.

"I appreciate that..." Prad slowly walks to it, well intended on utilizing it. He begins flipping the books on demons first, the genenis of his coming.