Later that day they were all gathered around a fire, Zuro was more calm now, seeming he was chewing on a kiwi. Caleb had explored the bit of culture he could solve by himself but the elves seemed a bit secretive with the two. Though the younger Elven girl had showed him around, meanwhile the Elven man showed Zuro the wonders of the Elven tribe. It seemed rather weird for Zuro, like there was something going on as they spoke..
"I can feel my skin tremble.. I, I can feel my soul being pulled like some ragdoll- What the hell is going on, Caleb?" The young Warlock would declare quietly to the other who had been standing beside him at the time, but the blonde human shrugged due to being more interested in a weird drum he was given. Within a few seconds Zuro had wandered over to the Elven man who had led him earlier, but he seemed to just push him away this time as if he was no longer relevant, a tiring look upon his face.
The air begins to feel a little thin, everyone around Zuro slowly starting to dissipate with every step he took. Under all that a migraine started to make itself apparent, Caleb's small voice in the back calling for him.
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In The Making.
Fantasy-In the making. // This is a rough draft of a webcomic I plan to create. But, I'll publish the progress as I go, I hope someone enjoys it.
