Deimos
Taking far more careful strides along the icier contortions, he tilted his head, studying it, before unfurling magic, sweeping Air, Water, and Earth onto the road, clearing the pathway for any entrants – colder fixtures melting and melding at his discretion, to be chiseled off to the side, parted like some snowy sea. At her question, of which there always seemed to be many, he arched a brow, nodding. “Yes.” Younger, but not wholly inexperienced in the wakes of the earth, unfurling from one region to another, locked behind barriers within the Grounds, trying to find a way for many of them to avoid bending and bowing their heads to Zariah.
Why magic mattered on another world, especially to someone who lived here and had no means to go elsewhere, made him shake his head, but a shrug of his shoulders took the brunt of the exchange, forging onward to the occupants on the street. “Much more limited, but similar to Life Drain and Fire here.” Except death would’ve come to anyone he’d touched, unless he took massive precautions – a fixture he was glad to have rendered not the same in Caido.
Why magic mattered on another world, especially to someone who lived here and had no means to go elsewhere, made him shake his head, but a shrug of his shoulders took the brunt of the exchange, forging onward to the occupants on the street. “Much more limited, but similar to Life Drain and Fire here.” Except death would’ve come to anyone he’d touched, unless he took massive precautions – a fixture he was glad to have rendered not the same in Caido.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
