Off the grid: Thunderwave
When the storm of paper cleared, the student was gone. Majiston rose and began turning over each sheet of paper. “Give me a name! Oh, for the love of Bahamut, give me a name and I’ll boil that boy in oil!
When the storm of paper cleared, the student was gone. Majiston rose and began turning over each sheet of paper. “Give me a name! Oh, for the love of Bahamut, give me a name and I’ll boil that boy in oil!