Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190811133558/@comment-26517142-20190817033740

The Wiccen -who was floating in the air thanks to the swirling water around her - descends in front of the Scarecrows and Albi.

"Child? You are not from her womb. You.. are her creation. Birthed from her magic..." The Wiccen expounded with hateful eyes. "What was her intent... in making you?"

At that same moment, Albi's head spins. And there is a voice.

Redemption.