Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181225174437

Everything stops.

Like a clock who's arrows suddenly halt in their tracks, the swirl freezes in time. The spilling yellow river becomes suspended midair. Everything stops.

Except host Prad, slow to turn his head to face the interloper. The violet eyes swell brightly in a room darkened by the dying light of the Current's rift.

Was Armata able to peer beyond one's mask, he'd be witness to a malevolant smile under "Prad? Ohh, you mean the sacrificial boy..."

His entire body shifts to face the undead lord. Any mistake for Prad had been eradicated with the tone of his voice and choice of his words "I'm sorry to say, but the boy is sleeping right now. However, I am here in his stead".