EMERY GRACE CONRAD
Confusion were as if I was underestimating what was happening that I have greatly misunderstood. Only if I could throw a fit fret and that were perfectly suit to how can I befittingly define the situation I’ve been enweave, yet left with no choice to run and escape. To come face to face with Eligor whose absence had I valiantly longs for, in spite of knowing it may be him or not. I don’t know. Likewise, baffled to where I was to begins with. The woman disappear or is it me that has been sent to dwelled into another dimension? Or perhaps, I was back to eons where blood water the soil, and lands thrive towards the warring lords in hostile against power and dominion among all of the things that walk, and live.
“Tell me your name.” The tone of his voice so cold as though c
