Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190213023218

Pramool’s words fall on deaf ears as Prad in the wall had more interest in those under his empyrean flames, their flesh restructured to be beyond the injuries inflicted by the old entity’s entrance. By this point, it was fading, focused in cleansing their minds of the death experience.

Walking among them, he stops to one, judged sufficiently mended. His hands slip under the newly healed human, a process soon to be repeated to the rest '”Wake from your slumber. Your time in the dreamlands is at an end”'