Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191014000602/@comment-7262318-20191014002822

"You overestimate how much the Gods care about us mortals," Shrava muttered.

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"Whatever you're doing, do it fast," Alvoran said, raising his sword back up. The ice on his chest plate was disappating, so he was ready for another fight. "Someone else is coming."