Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190613142606

The injured avatar sat up, it's every move slow and purposeful. Unburdened by the damage Paramool had caused the Avatar watched on through etheric eyes, his damaged plate whisping away with the wind revealing undamaged and rebuilt armor beneath. This was not the knight Warden Armata knew. No. This was nothing of this world, of this realm, it was much more.

"Take our hand child." Celestine continued to encourage Herja to take her hand. But not once ordered or forced it upon her. "Accept our touch and your pain shall be no more. Accept this blessing and your bones shall be restitched, your flesh mended anew and your suffering shall be cast aside. Take our hand. Would you not take this poor sinners hand?"