Something about the center of this cosmic terror reminded him of the Draig – out there in the hollowed hills and mountains, battling for their lives amidst the frigid aches and pains of an unruly, chaotic semblance. What had twisted the mold between gods and heralds and mortals. Here, there likely would’ve been much the same – striving to ultimately alter the precarious balance they’d all fallen upon, ensuring Caido lived on while the Family did not.
But it was also dark, quiet, small; contained in finite granules instead of the unfurling summits. The Cordillera had been the top of the world, and this one was tiny, contained, a promise of things that would have ricocheted and spread into a thousand different arrangements.
His eyes scanned the floor, the cracks, the emptiness, still expecting something to come barreling out of a side chamber or a route they’d yet to uncover. He broke the silence with his deep rumble, a sigh to follow. You remember that weird dream? With the new, growing God somewhere down here?
But it was also dark, quiet, small; contained in finite granules instead of the unfurling summits. The Cordillera had been the top of the world, and this one was tiny, contained, a promise of things that would have ricocheted and spread into a thousand different arrangements.
His eyes scanned the floor, the cracks, the emptiness, still expecting something to come barreling out of a side chamber or a route they’d yet to uncover. He broke the silence with his deep rumble, a sigh to follow. You remember that weird dream? With the new, growing God somewhere down here?
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
