Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26191607-20160820021957/@comment-27115455-20171011101652

Angie tagged along the caboose of people heading towards the ruins. She tilted her head smiled at Elonore, trying not to show the slight amount of uncomfort she had.

The patchwork girl looked curiously at the door, not catching the space Scythe did until he had placed the sword in. Angie stared in awe as the ruins around her lit up. The glowing light was practically protruding magic. The time seemed to be reversing as the rubble became walls and then buildings again. The ground shook, nearly knocking her over. Angie grabbed for something, finding Elonore's arm. She stared at her, and the witch seemed to be equally surprised, but both couldn't help cracking a smile at the predicament.