Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181226073140

Host Prad looks at the undead for a few seconds. His eyes do not waver, as he was expecting a repsonse of pride, mistaken as arrogance to his view. As for the specters, they turn their crossed faces away. All of them, ever silent.

Host Prad falls under another gap, the same he used to travel to this room. The specters all return faces to him. He shakes his head and then lifts his hand, violently opening his palms. Instantly, the darkness, the specters, everything he has brought here, they disappear, leaving the room as it was.

His back still turned to the undead, he walks away, going for the door. His voice, one speaking its end 'Then we are done here, undead. Seek what you wish. I now have the knowledge of what you truly are. One visage among the rest of the savages..."'