The Sword hadn’t put timeframes on the void until recently. Perhaps he thought they would’ve been gone far sooner too – or had believed they’d have found the answers lying elsewhere. But specific dreams, information, and clues all pinpointed directly to Starfall itself – so while they could bristle at the Family all they wanted, the notions still lingered in the maddening descent. “Hence why it is good to be prepared,” Deimos countered, though with a long sigh; the relief from his return being replaced once more with that age-old trepidation. It’d be a rinse and repeat sequence of events for a while – trying to gain their fortitude and might, footholds and ground, while something else became infected and diseased. “I only heard the broadcast while we were on the island,” and truth be told, his concentration had been entirely on their matters at hand. “But Hak Etme will likely need to be healed soon too.”
He shook his head and wandered further into the midst of wood, content to pick over portions and pieces. Zuriel followed while Belial remained airborne, wings extended as he hovered nearby in long swoops. Before long though, the Warden pinpointed a piece that could’ve had some portions Iskra could use, so he lifted it up from the entanglement of other boughs, growth, and snow, showing it off. “Would this work?”
He shook his head and wandered further into the midst of wood, content to pick over portions and pieces. Zuriel followed while Belial remained airborne, wings extended as he hovered nearby in long swoops. Before long though, the Warden pinpointed a piece that could’ve had some portions Iskra could use, so he lifted it up from the entanglement of other boughs, growth, and snow, showing it off. “Would this work?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
