I have never feared the storm
Using magic, Sah created a piece of paper and charcoal. Listening to Deimos and scanning the journal, he jotted down the key points. The more Deimos described, the deeper the younger hybrid's brow furrowed. Starfall sounded like a purple hell. A burrowing monster, poison, and toxic gas? No wonder it had been such a difficult fight.
Is the poison in the air, and on the ground? If there was poison on the ground too, he wasn't sure how to get around that. Regardless, Sah would be sure to create the gas masks ahead of time. Five would be good. One for each of them and a spare in case one broke. He could always make more, but it would save time if they had an extra ready to go. He quickly sketched a crude design and turned the page for Deimos to see. The masks covered the entire face, a filter over the mouth, and goggles over the eyes. There was a thick strap to secure it to the face. Is this the kind of gas mask you're describing?
Is the poison in the air, and on the ground? If there was poison on the ground too, he wasn't sure how to get around that. Regardless, Sah would be sure to create the gas masks ahead of time. Five would be good. One for each of them and a spare in case one broke. He could always make more, but it would save time if they had an extra ready to go. He quickly sketched a crude design and turned the page for Deimos to see. The masks covered the entire face, a filter over the mouth, and goggles over the eyes. There was a thick strap to secure it to the face. Is this the kind of gas mask you're describing?
Sah
