DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
In the air, from what he’d understood. Rippling out along their eyes, and not into their lungs due to the masks. He nodded at the indication of the mask detailed and exacted on Sah’s paper, passing the parchment of the eyeless wyrm to him for further study or perusal.
Then, there was the matter of the next portion. Turning the page in the journal, he referred to the information spun from Safrin and given to Koa, holding the paper down so it avoided fluttering in any passing breeze. The next level, however, seems to be even more treacherous. The Arclight runs beneath the island, but where the Family has touched it, it has become corrupted. He pointed to the denizens of vapor, poisoned mist in caverns. Safrin mentioned things in the water – not dragons or beasts. Things that should not be. Repeating the words back, to emphasize the heart of the matter.
Then, there was the matter of the next portion. Turning the page in the journal, he referred to the information spun from Safrin and given to Koa, holding the paper down so it avoided fluttering in any passing breeze. The next level, however, seems to be even more treacherous. The Arclight runs beneath the island, but where the Family has touched it, it has become corrupted. He pointed to the denizens of vapor, poisoned mist in caverns. Safrin mentioned things in the water – not dragons or beasts. Things that should not be. Repeating the words back, to emphasize the heart of the matter.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
