HEIR OF LIGHT
moyoakinlawoni'm the shadow manshield of shadowsdream of a shadow manbrooding dark haired man
If any other creature could get their hands on it, it could spell her doom and she for one would like to rule with her whole existence intact.
Derora walked in to a Marxis staring at a map, it was the map of Aratia. She cleared her throat to gain his attention, he gestured with his hand for her to wait. Derora was getting impatient where she stood, he was using her like a common shadow warrior, she who legions fell in her wake, the savage monster of the wastelands who went toe to toe with a goddess of the abyss with nothing but a bastard blade and a crazy healing factor, she won the respect of herega that way, getting up after being struck by multiple lightning strikes to attack again would