Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190408050855/@comment-35042251-20190409231006

Wind Weaver, who had quietly followed after the others and was examining the gouge marks in the wall, stiffened when she heard Chan's voice. ''Chan. The deity who erased my memories. ''She thought, fear, panic, and rage flooding through her.

Slowly, she turned around and replied through clenched teeth, "Chan."