we'll just have to wave and sea

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Not yet he conceded, as the peryton continued flying outward, screeching and hollering his way through the sky. If there’d been anything at all to begin with, it likely would’ve been scared off by the rampaging peryton and his raucous noises. Rising a little higher, his eyes scanned the surroundings below, narrowing slightly. We did have an old creature here before, by the bay near the Sea of Glass, back in the days of relic hunting and searching. All that was left were shards of its skeleton, which Deimos always found a little unfortunate – but perhaps he had a touch affection for the primordial. Though, just as he’d presumed before, Belial bleated out a signal – lowering himself to angle upon a flock of ningos nearby – who were likely not provoking anyone, but there just the same. Tilting his head a fraction, a streak of amusement rampaged through. Want to hunt some annoying birds? the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left