Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190213044449

One by one, they awaken once more. One by one, they wander back to the folds of the palace, passing around Prad in the wall, the glint of his eyes hidden still.

Turning to the other wounded humans, the flames and particles in his armored hand glimmer anew, judging them to be slightly less wounded, the reason why they stand conscious.

Phased besides one of them, he places his shimmering arm on their broken parts "The dark one is gone. Your plight will wither. Your bones will sing anew. Remain still and feel your body rid itself of its pain". The violet flame once again dances around the human's wounds, gnawing on them as if it was the fire's favorite treat, whilst leaving a trail of reforged limbs. His eyes turn to the others of his kind, a promise to tend to them as well.