DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
The finishing touches of the road came together as they all labored; through multitudes of snow movement, ice chiseling and melting, and fragments of incantations, eventually settled in with mounds of piles portions on the sides, and a fresh cleared pathway for Halovian citizens. And perhaps some confused soldiers, who still hadn’t figured out culprits amongst themselves.
But at the very least, it was complete for another juncture, and there was more to be done. Taking Rhiannon’s words at face value, the Warden nodded. “Thank you for the help. I will let you know when there is more to be done.” Which would be soon – and comprised of its own ventures.
[FIN]
But at the very least, it was complete for another juncture, and there was more to be done. Taking Rhiannon’s words at face value, the Warden nodded. “Thank you for the help. I will let you know when there is more to be done.” Which would be soon – and comprised of its own ventures.
[FIN]
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
