Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32974051-20161216051657/@comment-32974051-20161222055732

Nothing happened.

A strange voice came from the inside of Zorion's throat.

"This is the rule of the prophecy. Ulder, do you not feel it? It is I, the Oracle. All Agarifs must die. Can't you feel it? You're already dead, yes?"

The voice was female, but sounded like a whisper, a choir of nature spirits, the wind brushing against leaves.