DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
“I know,” and he smiled, his existence, and many others, a truth to that statement. But one individual had ruined it for the lot of them, and so here they were, continuing to unfurl the gnarled mess she’d made. But he wouldn’t bear any shame, wouldn’t bow his head, wouldn’t be caught repentant for the magic scorching through his veins. A majority of them were strong, stalwart, and infernally capable of defending their homes, of utilizing their strengths, of layering and managing foundations for the rest of the world to flourish. Halo felt nearly built upon these notions – and so its citizens followed through, no matter the strife, circumstances, or strain. “Nor will anyone force you to revere the deities either.” It would always be a personal choice. Permitting another slow breath to pervade through his lungs, he watched Belial scamper along and bat at a few rocks, before his attention meandered back to Alys. “Last time I went to the Grounds was to assist with building the skyport,” and he shrugged – didn’t go much farther than the hill near the maze. “At least the labyrinth is always changing,” even if the land itself hadn’t. Then he nodded at the inclusion of the herb. “They are usually in the center.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
