Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27550231-20190212192626

The Warden, hidden under his reforged mask, quietly sketched out the scene from an angle. He stood away from the group taking in the scene as a chronicler would. Perhaps if they survived an artist would recreate his work. Maybe he'll take the time to add himself in later.

"Heh...if only... it is practically ingrained into the fabric of reality of this realm..." He mumbled. "Even gods have fallen willingly or not. Stay long enough and you might as well."