Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160929162749/@comment-25073873-20161019214126

Illya just stared at the spirit, and got up, standing, holding her sword. Her eyes were blank, and she looked like she had passed out on their feet, as if she was a walking corpse. Illya then raised her sword at the spectre.

There were no thoughts going through her mind. The pain from the burning sensation had increased, but all her subconscious thought about was winning.

I was a dream, yet to Illya it felt real.