Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190118034411

"This place isn't content with your presence" Prad opens a palm, seeing it surge slowly with the same lightning he uses in confrontation. Chiseled and scupltured, it soon turns spherical, a tool to measure the control he can allow to stretch for.

The shadow under his feet whispers in a limbo-like light, flickering between the darkness and the gray. A shadow shaped as a man in a cold state, indifferent of the walls' growls. It seems the spite is returned.