Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26517142-20160825231008

Jeiel was numbed. He couldn't utter a word at what had rung his ears from Alcamarie's scheming lips.

''Doctor Ibrahim is the source of this... madness? That this man named Conrad wants Oz?''

Did he actually betray me?

''And what the ell is this CRUCIBLE? WHY AM I INVOLVED IN THIS???''

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Jeiel....''you'are wasting away..... ''

Shut up... shut up.... shut UP!!

"Jeiel?" "Huh?"

He realizes he was screaming at his own head. The Paths were around him, worried. Sebyl had gripped his hand, face awash in concern. "Are you alright? You look pale. That witch dabbled words that make us doubt each other."

"You're right. " I squeeze her hand back. "I'm not about to believe just yet. Come on."

With me in the lead, the last armies of Oz, the Golems and Saintaurs, all march alongside the Paths and me. Into the incoming darkness.

And behind.... Matris slips in the battle scene...

Gazing at the back of my neck...