RE: Black Zenith [Adventure RPG / Chapter Four: Fires of Heaven]
01-16-2015, 11:04 PM
Myra slammed her fist into the ground and cursed, completely fed up with the shameful blunders in flight that she was experiencing today. She groans as she looks over her banged-up body, and decides she can't be hasty with things. Myra casts a healing spell on herself and casts her gaze over to Nehron's form, or what is left of it, trying to discern the nature of his windform.