[SE] and then that sound is gone

DEIMOS

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates

Her statement gave over to his usual trepidations and apprehension about the world at large – because, unfortunately, he’d experienced multitudes of the waking and traumatic ambushes. “I think they could be vulnerable.” They didn’t have anything protecting them outright, except for their own harsh climate – and even then, that might not dissuade the most audacious of Family members or their infected. “Even in Deepfrost, if someone is determined…,” he let the thought end there, brows furrowing as he cleaned up another portion of ice, frost, and rime. “Something will likely need to be done.” Because if one was the enemy, wouldn’t they want to take out the possibility of their victims being cleansed and healed?

He gave a long sigh, all the amusements he’d employed here disappearing quickly. “The Grounds and Torchline have made efforts to block the void from coming into certain areas. We may have to do that, if everyone comes to an agreement.”

The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead