and the only solution was to stand and fight
The Sword couldn’t help the immense and intense relief suddenly flowing through him. The air billowed through, revitalizing, ensuring the poison didn’t sap at their soul, nor at the flowers’, and within moments their mission had been complete. Not wholly successful, as there would eventually be the damned wyrm to contend with again, but at least they’d done their part for the moment. There would be more days, more hours, stretched thin with the prospects of more to be done – of things to strive for, of things to aid in their future attempts.
But that wasn’t for now, and he could only oblige the Flood’s request with a nod. “We can go home.” Split off and away, heal and mend, find more blooms, and do it all over again.
But that wasn’t for now, and he could only oblige the Flood’s request with a nod. “We can go home.” Split off and away, heal and mend, find more blooms, and do it all over again.
DEIMOS
