Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190811133558/@comment-26517142-20190929234611

(Not one. XD)

As Nardu looked around, she could definitely notice how the place operated. While the men and their corresponding bevy of women interacted in this special chamber, their energy gradually soaked out of their bodies and melded into the fuzzy orbs of energy, to which the vents lined up in the walls pulled in readily as the orbs floated up.

And the men... all of them were middle-aged in estimate. All of them... seemed modestly content. As Ritzie buzzed eagerly with the commendation from her father, the man sat and clasped his hands together.

"..... it's the decision we chose to bear. Our.. eternal cross."

The man's eyes land to Repter. "Back when... Circe the Despot was queen... this country was a much darker place. Men were.. enslaved in this factory. They were forefully milked to perpetually stock supplies of mana, for the creation of Candy-folk and the preservation of this land. See.... this land is special for a reason - it was birthed from the binding magic of mana, and only mana can keep it together. Therefore.. the absence of a constant flow of mana... will kill this land in half a day.

"When Jeiel Yozama freed the land from the despot, all was met with gladness. This land, on the other hand, dreaded it. They believed that with the end of Circe's reign the enslavement will end, thereby cutting off the only source of mana this land thrives on. Jeiel Yozama... didn't condemn this land to a slow death. Instead of the enslavement... he created this room. And we grateful men of this land... offered ourselves to keep the country alive. And... here we are now."

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Demeter laughed -  a genuine glint of fondness in her eyes. She moves her hands on Albi's head.. and at that same time she starts to feel the cold and worry melt away from her.

'''What exactly... should I help you with?'''