Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27344811-20181230170109/@comment-27661770-20190104151922

The grin went wider.

Good. This worm, which once dared to call itself mighty against the face of that which unmakes everything, could yet still grovel. Could suffer.

This would be a sweet triumph; something he needed after the entirety of Yharim's rise and fall.

Miller may see a skeleton that looks like a Day of the Dead-themed Huckleberry Finn standing off to the side.

"Dios mio, what... What is this even..."