Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190125025021

Among the innumerable treasures, Prad's hidden sight filters the possibilities of observation. What would be first for him to seek? Arms? Armors? Artifacts?

Regardless of his decision, the shadow that dwells under his feet lashes against the environment in spite of him "Ehh!? What are you--

A singular pulse beats from the floor, a stray line dashing for the torches. A singular touch gives them change. Purple flickers dance inward and outward, as opposed to the candid orange.

It's sickly radiance is well seen with Prad's irises, prone to give a more illunimated lighting behind his sight and only his...

It would seem the shadow under his feet has an interest to the things present nearby.