Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170220120841

The council nod warily, doubt evident on their faces. They didn't like the idea, but they didn't like to go against both the Demon host and Cire Hominac.

"I think we're done here." Jeiel concludes with a forlorn voice. "So, will you lift the veil, your Royalness? We'll be getting ourselves busy now."

Makiling sighs - and lifts her fingers, casting a spell in the air. There was a sharp sound - as if something snapped from a time away.

"It is done."

"Cire." Jeiel nods at him and walks out of the halls.

The Aswang writes on the floor once more.

Why you let halimaw live?