[se] knee deep in forest rivers

Deimos Sunjata could likely consider himself lucky that Deimos had no intentions of catering to any creation of lightning rods, nor summoning storms for the sheer notion of it. Instead, his mind was solely on destruction upon the void-creature, and unfortunately, the machinations behind how many had likely been construed into just the same thing: innocent creatures shifted and churned into this. The dolphin screeched and bit at the strands, but it didn’t seem to be of much use. Perhaps it was also calling brethren for support, but the Sword wanted to ensure there’d be no point in the matter. More shards persisted and lifted through the watery haze, and alongside the piercing rain, the encantando didn’t have much else to give but half-hearted missives and screeches. Eventually, those too died away, and Deimos’ gaze settled upon the shore, another sigh flickering through the mist and midst. “That should be enough,” came with some level of assurance to the Flood. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime