Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180818191725

Prad stands, but barely, drawn by the flash. His eyes, beaten by the previous battles, cannot convey the sense of surprise he mimics. Nor does his voice, coarse beyond what he was used to "EH--eh...eh, what a twist huh, dark one..."

Slowly, he starts walking to the next tree, stopping as the lack of recovery is still rough on his body, to get a better view. His eyes mirror the conflicting powers assembled at the heart, amidst a land blackened in his view.