[F17-PP] War of Ideologies - Turn of Fate <Itzal, Hestia, Domarus, Embers, Aereth>>
Domarus stood in front of a mirror in his Hopebreaker armor. The black armor that never gleamed. The armor black as the void, forged out of his inner hate and rage. His helmet was wrapped under his arm as he stared into his reflection. Into his eyes. He rarely took the time to really focus, but today he looked deep into those eyes and into the maelstrom of fire and hatred. Hatred born and fueled by his past, and his present. Hatred that pointed it's flames towards the world and it's inhab
I smile towards the crimson haired girl and nods towards her with a quick thumbsup towards the person i could feel like i'd be able to call a sister by bond with how much that i know about her, and how much i am willing to trust her considering i let her come here and face off against Domarus' crew when i wouldn't even give such a common grace to those in my guild. I'll make sure to do just that Fireheart. Stay safe for me. I say towards her before making my way out of the wild opens of the seve