DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
His eyes narrowed, and he withheld a snarl, a sneer, when the magic unfurled slowly; far more leisurely than he was used to. He’d expected the incantations to maneuver at a swift pace, as often the Sword so often conjured; but perhaps it’d been a lapse in concentration. A mind forged and solidified in too many things, and not enough on the current project. He didn’t even notice Hotaru checking in on him; lost somewhere in the mainframe. So Deimos took a breath, and forged anew; calling for earth bombardments and armaments again, intending to render the rest repaired, unbroken, undamaged; as if the blemishes hadn’t been there in the first place. Hidden, covert, cloak and dagger schemes; ignoring aching, pulsing intonations of things gone entirely astray.
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Deimos tries to use Mastered Earth to repair the door again.
Unite and spread the heart apart
