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Deimos

Deimos remained quiet and pensive during the speech; brows furrowed, notions and features lost in thought. Darkeye wanting to find and see Caido, before the war, seemed like a considerable stretch. “There are rumors that Caido is in the Draig,” and while not far from their current location, formidable, potent, and lethal in every semblance of the word. “It is filled with dragons.” By way of warning – unless the warpriest had a death wish.

To their credit, the Ascended did have those semblances. The Sword knew Ludo to be adamant in hunting them down, but they weren’t doing themselves any favors by assaulting and laying waste to a land. If they’d wanted the innocence angle, they’d long since lost it by way of blights, massacring Fae, and the assemblages of other actions. “Their latest siege certainly did not help matters,” politically or otherwise.

But his mouth drew into a line – not a frown, but something tightening over clenched teeth and jaws. What would draw Ascended here again? They’d lost their ally in Morgan – and Halo had made no other maneuver. Besides, the information about Neron (limited due to the thread between Noah and Deimos remaining ongoing) could at least be given in some areas, in case he was spotted in the neat future. “No. He is an Ascended and Abandoned hybrid. He has many abilities, including invisibility.”

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