Dear Brothers, Sisters, Mothers and Fathers,
I had a dream about some, how can i tell, Armory Researchers. i was part of the troop, i was Leading them. I looked at my hands, one was Normal, one was it not. It was a prosthesis. We invent an special Arm for a Machine, a.. uhm it was similiar to those Gundamwings Robots. The Arm was Black as Night with some Golden letters on it. Couldn't read them. The armm was made for destruction. It swallows the Highest DMG the robot Took and reflect it so often the User wants to Cast it. It would give significant Damage to the Robot, and the User, so the Troop took it out of the Ideapool... But not forever.
The prosthesis was pretty good. The Skin was soft as the other and it felt natural, but the Mind know it was not my....
I am inshame for my bad english, any Question will be answeard if i know the answer.