Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180504042825

Prad looks down for a moment, aware he did not choose his words well. Thinking about it for a second, he returns with another sentence "I...I thank you for your esteem of the power I bring to this journey, alas, that is exactly what I mean. This lightning that once ran across my arms is currently unavailable, due to my injuries. The lightning revolts at my attempts. That is why I, for now, carry myself in the darkness. To wait for my injuries to stabilize and bring it forth once more".

Prad's attention was distant from the mausoleum-looking cathedral, his gaze fixated on the man of metal as a response to his. THe words of the twins came as nothing more than white noise to him.