[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Lord Windos]

Suddenly assalted by a wave of nervous energy, Ventus stumbled a little bit, wavering in the air, before he used the shovel in his hands to balance himself. 'What the blazes? Where is all this negative emotion coming from?" he though, before looking all around him. When his gaze crossed over Ralts, the emotional distress he was detecting spiked, causing him to become quite worried. Walking over to Nathan, he put a hand on his shoulder to get his attension.

"Nathan, I believe your Ralts is becoming quite distressed by something. Perhaps you can deduce what has caused it to become so rattled?" Ventus told him, looking a bit perplexed and stressed out by the empath's worry. Never a moment's rest, here in this dank, awful swamp. 'I just want us to get out of here quickly, before Yveltal themself decides to come and cause even more havoc,' Ventus grimily thought, thoroughly fed up with the recent drama. All he wants is the group to be safe and sound, for Reshirem's shake!