Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-29458028-20150415090911

Ada was lying impaled on a steel strut that had blasted out of the shattered Ironclad, her red, mortal blood flowing out of her wound. She had enough knowledge to know that despite her vampiric healing factor, it was over. Much of her body was burned and cauterized. She looked up at Levith healing Meledran and smiled slightly.

"450 years well spent ... it's time for me to move on" mumbled Ada, silently. She didn't  want to distract Levith from using his healing powers, not that they would work on a vampire.

A pair of luminous wings appeared on Ada's back and pulled away, before her soul slowly pulled out of her body, attached to the wings...