DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
She seemed to return to some form at the hint of action, and he nodded, taking on unfurling the latest regards. A team of us intend to head to Starfall, once we gather some flowers, to hopefully continue where we started. And to collect void crystals, to finish our regional quests. Given that now they couldn’t do much else, save for going to Vi and presenting only failure for their attempts. There has been a concern with whatever is growing there, recalling the strange filaments in their dreams, and time that we may no longer have. He glanced back at her, waiting for a reaction – approval, objection, and anything in between.
Negotiations hadn’t gone well. Any steps taken were met with harsh retributions – destroyed springs, assaults, infected or deceased individuals – and it was either settle into the world and let the void take over, or do something.
Negotiations hadn’t gone well. Any steps taken were met with harsh retributions – destroyed springs, assaults, infected or deceased individuals – and it was either settle into the world and let the void take over, or do something.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
