DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Stepping back, and running his own magic through the inspection and prowess, he couldn’t feel anything else that alarmed him. Brushing snow out of his eyes, he nodded at the rest. “All right. One more time with placing rocks, and hopefully that will be done.”
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Round 6 – things should be stable again! Start moving rocks back to their designated places!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead







