We are all stardust
Zen's grip on his knife tightened as he heard an unfamiliar voice. He hadn't heard the hunter coming and his jaw ticked at the dangerous mistake. Silver eyed scanned the man, identifying him quickly from the younger Demi-god's time in the stars. Noah Olson. Vi's.
Internally, Zen relaxed but his posture and expression settled on neutral. Turning his eyes away from Noah, he adjusted his grip one last time and threw the knife. Unlike before, the blade hit just off-center of the trunk, sinking deeply into the tree's flesh. Glancing back at the man, stars formed in the air. Blue and purple swirling into two words. (I am.) It certainly was dangerous out here. He'd heard the calls of void-infected creatures on the wind, and it had only strengthened his resolve to improve his strength.
Internally, Zen relaxed but his posture and expression settled on neutral. Turning his eyes away from Noah, he adjusted his grip one last time and threw the knife. Unlike before, the blade hit just off-center of the trunk, sinking deeply into the tree's flesh. Glancing back at the man, stars formed in the air. Blue and purple swirling into two words. (I am.) It certainly was dangerous out here. He'd heard the calls of void-infected creatures on the wind, and it had only strengthened his resolve to improve his strength.
Reflections of the cosmos and the passage of time
Zenith
