Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190815034318/@comment-33229352-20190815043338

The rumors seemed to be true- the area was completely devoid of life. The blackened, charred shells of some buildings still remained. Smoke rose lazily from piles of embers, and a thick haze had settled amongst the ruins, lending it an eerie atmosphere and dampening any sound that might have come from the wreckage. The air smelled heavily of ozone.

The silence was abruptly broken when a humanoid shape came flying out of the fog and smashed directly into a wall nearby Dairo. They didn't move for a heartbeat, then painstakingly dragged themselves upright, using the wall they had just collided with for support. Covered in ash and soot, he was nearly unrecognizable, but the trademark poncho he was wearing gave him away. Ishmael.

Except... arms aren't supposed to bend that way. Without a word, the deity placed his uninjured hand onto his wound. Green light flared out from underneath his palm as his healing magic did its work. With an audible pop, the bone snapped back into place. He moved his arm gingerly, testing the joint a few times before swiftly disappearing back into the fog without so much as a backwards glance towards Dairo.