Thread:Skyebreeze/@comment-5647250-20190202055153/@comment-5647250-20190202080428

Imp: (he laughs) A pity you're so adamant. (he raises one hand that becomes sheathed in darkness, and the forests' shadows begin to twitch and rise, biting at their heels; Imps other hand simply begins to burn with a deep indigo flame) You don't have a choice.