cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Perhaps it wasn’t so much expertise as experience – fire consumed a multitude of things. He’d aided in destruction, and assisted in funeral pyres, the way the world could be reduced to ash. So he pressed deeper into the snow, arching a brow as Darkeye sought to make a pit – for the Sword wouldn’t need it. Not with the way he contorted and controlled flames.
But maybe it left the priest with something to do, so he said nothing.
He allowed the multitudes of power to be called to the surface of his veins instead, waiting, pooling, eager and fervent. “When you are ready,” was as much a warning as a dominion.
But maybe it left the priest with something to do, so he said nothing.
He allowed the multitudes of power to be called to the surface of his veins instead, waiting, pooling, eager and fervent. “When you are ready,” was as much a warning as a dominion.
DEIMOS
