Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180613212651

The color in Prad's eyes start to wither back, slowly disarming itself as the elder undead makes attempts to disarm the tension pitting the two against one another. Yet it remains volatile, as the sky is grumbling in accordance, littered in dark clouds bloated with the flash energy that courses in his eyes.

In a deliberate, yet accumulated gesture, one of the clouds that had been groaning at this sight lets out a heavy bolt from the heavens crashing down directly besides Prad whilst the latter has his gaze focused on the two. An ancient gaze molded in exasperation at the sight, tot he point where a lightning tap so close to him does little to faze him. The sky continues to gnash and toll, its rumbling equivalent to the young man's inner unrest.