Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160929162749/@comment-25073873-20161021172455

"No. This is not the right thing to say. We fight together, if we are to fight. We shall win this battle, and I will wield the sword that contains your soul to deliver ironic justice to the fool who destroyed the weather" said Illya, as her form reverted, and she passed out in the dream world, with no magicka leftover.

Illya seemed to twist a bit, and she was looking more and more uncomfortable as she slept on the carriage floor.