DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
It was true; Deimos had no issue with things like overkill. They’d wanted the daemons desecrated, not left to forge onward and regain potency, and he figured the odds were far more in their favor with three layers of incantations pummeling directly into one being.
Which was exactly what happened.
Between Jack and Iskra ’s lightning, and Deimos unfurling another portion of rocks, the retreating griffin would find its wings and weakness were no match for the strength and prowess of the magic. Taken down immediately, it only quivered and sank for a moment, before it too followed the path of its predecessors, disappearing, and no longer haunting the barrows from which its families were buried below.
A long sigh filtered out of the Sword, watching as the shield lowered – dirt, rock, and soil filtering back down into the ground. “Well that takes care of them,” and he wrinkled his nose, before narrowing his eyes and looking back at Iskra. “You all right?” Zuriel fixed an imperceptible stare the younger man’s way, snorting, and then took her place alongside Deimos.
But even though they’d ensured this portion of land was well and fine, there’d been no sign of the supposed other daemon. Belial was still high in the sky, giving no sign of the beast, and there were routes that trailed off from there. Plots upon plots of family lineages still reigned across the horizon, whereas they had the remaining options from before. “We still need to find the dragon,” he mustered once they’d taken care of everything. “Do you want to look around these barrows, or head back and try one of the other paths?”
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All the griffin daemons have been decimated – now to find the dragon!
Which was exactly what happened.
Between Jack and Iskra ’s lightning, and Deimos unfurling another portion of rocks, the retreating griffin would find its wings and weakness were no match for the strength and prowess of the magic. Taken down immediately, it only quivered and sank for a moment, before it too followed the path of its predecessors, disappearing, and no longer haunting the barrows from which its families were buried below.
A long sigh filtered out of the Sword, watching as the shield lowered – dirt, rock, and soil filtering back down into the ground. “Well that takes care of them,” and he wrinkled his nose, before narrowing his eyes and looking back at Iskra. “You all right?” Zuriel fixed an imperceptible stare the younger man’s way, snorting, and then took her place alongside Deimos.
But even though they’d ensured this portion of land was well and fine, there’d been no sign of the supposed other daemon. Belial was still high in the sky, giving no sign of the beast, and there were routes that trailed off from there. Plots upon plots of family lineages still reigned across the horizon, whereas they had the remaining options from before. “We still need to find the dragon,” he mustered once they’d taken care of everything. “Do you want to look around these barrows, or head back and try one of the other paths?”
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All the griffin daemons have been decimated – now to find the dragon!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
