I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The pathway would’ve been a slow, agonizing march of pickaxes and shovels had Deimos’ magic not unfurled before them again. Concentrating and focusing on the task at hand, the fire and water combination continued to disperse in rapid formations, allowing for Marcus to pick apart the edges of rime and glacial expanse easy. Eventually, the road could be seen again, no longer covered or hidden beneath the usual splendor of LongNight’s touches and fringes. “Good work,” the Warden rumbled to the younger hybrid, inspecting over the trail with a few steps and strides of his boots as they waited for Iskra.
The Abandoned would find the second touch of flames was enough – ice melting off the metal with aplomb and ease. Upon testing it again, Iskra would find it fully operational, and the walls were back in full force. Soldiers near the upper portions gave him nods and salutes, grateful they’d be able to maneuver back and forth as well.
Once he’d rejoined them, Deimos pulled out his list, reviewing and crossing off portions already taken care of. “The bakers are apparently almost closed in from snow off their roof, so we can head that way.”
Sure enough, upon their arrival and a short, brisk walk, the aroma of the fine baked goods surrounded the area, but the modest building was nearly surrounded by massive piles; the employees, workers, and owners must’ve crawled through and around. “We can remove anything by the doors,” and glancing around, he noticed surfaces not yet wholly crowded or impacted so immensely by the latest round of storms. “And put it there.”
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Either use tools or any other methods to move the snow!
The Abandoned would find the second touch of flames was enough – ice melting off the metal with aplomb and ease. Upon testing it again, Iskra would find it fully operational, and the walls were back in full force. Soldiers near the upper portions gave him nods and salutes, grateful they’d be able to maneuver back and forth as well.
Once he’d rejoined them, Deimos pulled out his list, reviewing and crossing off portions already taken care of. “The bakers are apparently almost closed in from snow off their roof, so we can head that way.”
Sure enough, upon their arrival and a short, brisk walk, the aroma of the fine baked goods surrounded the area, but the modest building was nearly surrounded by massive piles; the employees, workers, and owners must’ve crawled through and around. “We can remove anything by the doors,” and glancing around, he noticed surfaces not yet wholly crowded or impacted so immensely by the latest round of storms. “And put it there.”
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Either use tools or any other methods to move the snow!
DEIMOS
