Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191209000634/@comment-7262318-20191211030616

Pleased with his work, Sretnuh floated over to her unmoving form, staring down at her with his ironically soulless eyes.

"Your soul is burdened by death and responsibility," Sretnuh said, grabbing her roughly by the front of her shirt. "We will take this burden from you."

The monster's paw lit up with green energy, and he slowly moved it towards her head to pull it from her. Lucky for Nyasia, she could see the others gathering at the gate.

"Shrava.... stay here," Garran said, hopping off the horse. "I gotta help them."

"Garran!" Shrava wailed, but he was already running towards the chapel, bow drawn. "Garran, no! You'll die!... Garran!.... GARRAN!"