"Are they not?" Michael's statement about the gods might have been rhetorical - or it might not have been - but there was a gleam of amusement in those unnaturally emerald eyes. Perhaps they gods were not individually present, but their champions - their swords and shields, if one felt pious, or their pawns and tools otherwise - walked Caido.
And battled the Void as best they could.
He summoned Safrin's power and destroyed the void-touched flowers, and when the snow settled he was unsurprised that the stranger was ready to head on his way. He had not learned the man's name, but it did not seem to bother the phlegmatic Tidebreaker, who only inclined his head an acknowledgment of the farewell. "Safe travels," he rumbled in return. Then he returned to clean up his shovel and collect the icy terrarium, hooking a starlit tine of his trident through a hook on its top and lifting it at the end of his weapon.
He began walking into the growing night, heading south. The moment the first beam of moonlight crested the lip of the fallen mountains and struck him he vanished, beginning the series of teleportation hops that would take him home.
~Fin~
And battled the Void as best they could.
He summoned Safrin's power and destroyed the void-touched flowers, and when the snow settled he was unsurprised that the stranger was ready to head on his way. He had not learned the man's name, but it did not seem to bother the phlegmatic Tidebreaker, who only inclined his head an acknowledgment of the farewell. "Safe travels," he rumbled in return. Then he returned to clean up his shovel and collect the icy terrarium, hooking a starlit tine of his trident through a hook on its top and lifting it at the end of his weapon.
He began walking into the growing night, heading south. The moment the first beam of moonlight crested the lip of the fallen mountains and struck him he vanished, beginning the series of teleportation hops that would take him home.
~Fin~
