Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180819155713

He did not answer. The husk of the one known as Jorge hung there limply as his limbs swayed in the wind caused by Paramool's repulsing presence. Smoke billowed from his every orfice as the flames of resurrection died down revealing his previously charred flesh, peeling off to make way for mew healthy skin.

It was taking too long, perhaps it was his proximity to the father of all monsters, perhaps the energies of this new realm or the lack thereof were delaying him? But the result was all the same. His resurrection would take time and leave him vulnerable until he was whole once more.