Laser beams we're about to awesome all your dreams
“Ready?” the Wraith asks with a light grin as the three of them gather at the edge of the Labryinth at dusk. Three Naturals, three Grounders, and though she doesn’t know that the Efas herb was around in Cal’s time, she’d be willing to take the bet that it was. Loki coils around her legs, an undulating creature of shiny black scales, that will soon blend in well with the encroaching darkness and the mess of overgrowth they’re about to dive in to.
A chill Deepfrost wind whistles by, rustling whatever’s behind her a tad ominously. “Efas Herb. Labyrinth. We got this.” Surely they can handle this.
A chill Deepfrost wind whistles by, rustling whatever’s behind her a tad ominously. “Efas Herb. Labyrinth. We got this.” Surely they can handle this.
WESSEX
