Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-24736819-20170807042308

"Holy fuck.", Drac let it slip once they reached the island that housed the Arkham Prision.

Not only it was rather impressive, but he felt the powers of its inhabitants. A massive wave of energy invaded him and it felt like a thousand knives slowly making their way towards his heart. The Guild had been almost the same on the day he arrived, ten years ago, but the Prision was different and the powers were different...darker, tainted.

The young hero took a hold of the ship's hull in a failed attempt to ease his pain, but eventually he let go and put up all his acting capability to seem as if he was just fine. He followed after Preach and Gait towards the camp, clenching his fists.