Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150916143234/@comment-1592115-20150920175922

Gyula remains emotionless, a surge of cyan glow is surrounding his, it speaks out the word unlife.

"There's no need to hold back! Oh Gyula, why are you still stucking your mind to a long dead belief?!"

He's speaking to himself.

"On second thought, a messenger of death is a better role for me... heh heh heh... how perfect for me to establish a new law, with an army of the dead, with my long gone allies! Now, the blessing of the undying arts... embrace me... embrace this lonely man... the last of his kind..."

He then sails away painfully, completely heartbroken.