Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
As Amhran hooted in return, and Belial became ever more delighted, Deimos snorted – striving not to regret including the peryton in their threshold. But the companion proved his muster as he glided above to where the demigod pointed, and the Sword glanced up as well – narrowing his eyes at the webbing. “I can bring it down and we can inspect it?” That way neither of them would touch it, and he was certain some dreadful little feeling would come associated with anything void-related.With the carnivorous deer hissing at them and the Sword shaking his head, he unfurled another set of incantations to drift easily and carefully over the branches, bringing the webbing closer and closer for their perusal.
