"What are promises except words that flow from our lips? It is the heart's pledge that is valued above a mere promise."
~Tasmiya Shaik
EASTERN REGIONS OF ARANDUIL
CITY OF LORIENEL
Sinclaire Estate
Monday
11:23 a.m
Four, sinister claw marks were torn deep into the hardened flesh across the young Reinhardt's back. From his right shoulder the raw wound was carved across to the end of left side of his waist. Each curve marked by the creature's claw was like a bloody stream painted into his flesh. The flesh around each curve was ruggedly tattered, following a ridged pattern. The exposed wound burned with a wildfire that could not be tamed, as remnants of the creature's claw that dug into his back pierced the vulnerable underlayer of skin.
