Rise of the Strongest Soul Mage

He is my father

Soon, faint lines began to appear on his arms, and his blood boiled as his anger grew.

He got out of the shower, dressed and got into bed. He felt exhausted emotionally and physically and tried to get some sleep but after laying still for minutes, he couldn't relax or clear his head. He tried relaxing by shutting his eyes but images of Hork's rigid face kept appearing in his mind and no matter how hard he tried to brush the image off, nothing worked. After series of twists and turns, he gave up trying and decided to try a different approach.

Walking through the halls of Raskinth, Sora could feel the harsh weather dry his throat. The leaves and flowers had fallen off the trees in order to survive the harsh winter as well and the air had  dark and smoky smell, like the heady aroma of burning pinecones in the fireplace, the aroma that pervades and clings to your hair and skin.

The crimson color that marked Raskin