...look into a wolf's eyes. You'll never be the same again.
Sah had been testing the limits of his magic in the barracks when he noticed Deimos. Since the war, the younger Abandoned's magic had shifted once more. The air seemed to almost welcome him now, a playful presence that brushed past in greeting sometimes. His water and fire magic however had yet to grow.
"Deimos! Do you mind helping me out a bit?" Sah jogged over to catch the Sword. "I'm having a bit of trouble mastering my water and fire magics. I think since I gained them around the same time, they might be clashing a bit." That at least what was it felt like. Sah would call upon his water magic and the fire within him would rise almost indignantly. And when he tried to call the flames forward, his water seemed to try and soothe the embers away. It was a bizarre sensation.
"Deimos! Do you mind helping me out a bit?" Sah jogged over to catch the Sword. "I'm having a bit of trouble mastering my water and fire magics. I think since I gained them around the same time, they might be clashing a bit." That at least what was it felt like. Sah would call upon his water magic and the fire within him would rise almost indignantly. And when he tried to call the flames forward, his water seemed to try and soothe the embers away. It was a bizarre sensation.
Sah
