[Training] fade to indigo

Deimos

before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were

The rumble beneath stones sent a multitude of recruits scattering or tripping, stumbling off to the sides while Deimos released another skittering of undulating floors. If Noah wasn’t going to talk or give meaning to anything going on, then the Sword would focus entirely on the current line of training amidst his peers.

With the Forsaken bizarrely taking some forefront.

The Warden shook his head and forged further concentration as another bout of ice shards scattered from the fog; adjusting his stance in an abrupt shift, avoiding half of them, and then controlling the other half to launch back at the warriors.

this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls