Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150206093315/@comment-29458028-20150207100227

"Either way, I will not find peace. To be at war with myself, that is my problem. Not really yours. Why are you caring so much about me? I don't understand that..." said Raphael, shrugging as he thought of the events of the past again.

Liminal Necrosis and Dreamstrider. The pair of blades that took lives on the grand scale. Liminal Necrosis was probably all rusted and tarnished. Last he knew, the Dreamstrider was broken.

He had buried both blades at the grave of that lady ... a grave he never visited anymore.