WIP
"The blood of the flesh, given to thee, pray, we call upon you, oh Great Tree, oh Creator of Life, forgive us our sins..." the man choked out an endless stream of near-senseless ramblings that sounded an.. awful lot like a prayer. Grace was being prayed to.
"Oh, gosh, this is very disorienting," He wheezed, awkwardly trying to pull away from the man's iron grip on his jumpsuit.
"GRACE WHAT HAPPENING, QUESTION?"
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Thank you to everyone who gave feedback about if I should post wips or not! (pretty much everyone said to do it lol) Here is a wip as a reward! :3


















