Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180821041640

"He--hey, he's back" whimpers Prad, once again finding himself closer to the whole cohort at hand. His vision still lingers in the inverted land, casually feeding him the sight of a third invasing energy reading from the resurrected.

His body clings to the stock of a tree, feebly holding a dagger with his lacerated arm. Any hemorrhage suffered had since long faded into dry cuts, the smell now of metal and charred skin struggling to make sense of his state. One of his foot wobbles left and right in a coarse manner, reeling still from the white-haired's sacrificial puncture.

He is not in the state to act much, but seeing the one he could trust wake from death brings a slight vigor to his movements, even brief moments of clarity. At least before his mind reminds him of his injuries, prompting him to gaze from behind the tree.