Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190307035754/@comment-37523810-20190401022022

Yuna nodded. “How old is Beatrice compared to you?”

As she spun in circles, the clouds near her were pulled in, being thrown around and accumulating with every second. Soon, the sky around her was starting to turn gray.

The tent seemed much larger on the inside than the outside. Stools and chairs had been placed around desks as some legionnaires were writing different reports. At another side of the tent was a tanning rack and grinding stone, where one man was sharpening his longsword. At the very back sat a large, well-toned man who gripped a warhammer by the pommel as he looked over to the prince. He must be the legionary commander. (I’m going to say no to an eagle. I could understand a horse or a dog, but your character is already quite OP plot-wise. Sorry about that.)

“If the individual of this shard is dead, then the shard would cease glowing. Wherever you found this book, its owner is still alive but broken spiritually. Destroying a shard means ending a piece of a person’s soul. You will have to find whoever lost it if they are to live life completely.”

Nothing happened for a long while. Haruto could only breathe heavily as his body tried to readapt to the living world. After what seemed like ages, Risu’s mucus started to be absorbed into his skin. For the first time since he was affected by this ailment, Haruto relaxed as Demonic Energy was finally administered to his body.

A large frigate with scorch marks and a splintered hull slowly floated towards his rowboat. It blocked the sun with its tall, burnt mast. How did it appear out of nowhere?