The Forsaken
You see the things they never see
All you wanted I could be
In truth, Deimos was Caido's most proficient mage. It wasn’t just the ease with which Deimos wielded magic—though that was impressive enough—it was the precision, the discipline beneath every movement. Deimos didn’t just cast magic; he commanded each ability with the kind of control that spoke to the years spent mastering both body and mind--and, he could pack a punch. All you wanted I could be
Noah shifted his weight slightly as the cold air nipped at his skin. “I want to practice two magics,” Noah said, voice steady. “My shield. I'm not sure yet it's limits. You'll be able to really test its endurance." Noah wanted to practice against his shield magic because it was his first line of defense—a barrier between him and the chaos of battle. In a world where danger could strike without warning, a strong, reliable shield meant survival. It bought him time, protected his focus, and kept his instincts sharp. Eventually, he would go back to Safrin and that shield would extend to another. For now, though, Noah needed to know how much it could take.
"And my celestial arrows.” Because those, too, were so different than the bow and arrow he had wielded his entire life.
Now you know me and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
And I wanna tell you who I am
Noah
