[se] knee deep in forest rivers

Deimos The news left him silent – processing the information as a whole. He wasn’t entirely familiar with the Refuge’s inner workings, save for the time they’d all met as leaders and demigods when Safrin’s initial warning had come through. It’s impact on his own soul had been uncomfortable, strange, and foreign; to be without the powers he’d come to know well. “Did they look altered at all when they came in?” Perhaps it’d been too difficult to tell – but all of this made him even more apprehensive about sending any of his own towards the Refuge for safekeeping, if it came down to that. The unknown beckoned and clawed, and while they were trying to wind their way through any miniscule details they could surmise, everything else persisted in looming, large and foreboding. Taking another low, slow breath and glancing towards the river, he watched as another series of bubbles began, several yards away. And while it caught Belial’s attention, Deimos’s own command kept him from doing anything but staring. “Same. We have been sending out multiple hunting parties.” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime