Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-26517142-20160914080324

There was nothing that filled Jeiel's sight more than brilliance. An endless void of pure light. He was afraid that this was the beginning of the end... until....

His eyes flutter open and see the pale blue Ozian sky.

What the - ?

Steadily, he rises from his fallen state. He was laying down on a bed of flowers. It was Roselawn, the famed estate of perennials and greenery. Beside him, the Paths were asleep, muttering words he knew was intended to tickle his ears.

They were alright. They were unharmed.

And looking beyond... he was astonished. Oz was untouched. Nothing remained of the destruction that happened before.

The Crucible.... Veritatem....

WHat happened??

And as he pondered on his questions, the Tin Woodsman Anica Ferrum broke in a sprint towards him, panting. "JEIEL! THE BABY! "