[se] knee deep in forest rivers

Deimos Before long, the inferno contorted and erupted, taking everything in its path with it. Consumed and devoured just as the river star had been, the dolphin was soon nothing more than ash and dust, and even thereafter, cast aside in a blinding wind summoned from his veins. When nothing else seemed to be forthcoming, he simply gave a nod, not intending to wait for another demonic force to make its way through the waters. Zuriel snorted something within their bond, and Deimos fought off the urge to roll his eyes in her direction. Instead, he attempted to forge the niceties, whatever remained within grudges and pettiness. Somehow it was without grinding teeth and clenched jaws. “Let me know if you need any hunting parties in King’s End.” Especially if everywhere else was getting overrun; it seemed likely just the same would happen in the wide open fields. From there, he angled his bag of holding across his shoulder again, a signal of imminent departure. But he’d await some verdict or an answer – gaze flickering the Flood’s way, briefly. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime