Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170106142830/@comment-28358106-20170503022042

Thomas opens his eyes, rising, his body unfolding.

He takes slow, deliberate breaths, controlling himself, so as not to lose focus. Immediately, he knows something is wrong.

The malignancy of the Naether is still there, but somehow, there is an undercurrent of imbalance, a distempered chaos that makes his spine tingle. It claws at the edge of his mind, wanting in, calling at him. He doesn't answer.

He takes stock of what he has. His body. His clothes. His wits. His senses. All seems to be in place. Then, and only then, does he begin to turn, looking for Jeiel.