Deimos took the information too; eyes narrowing briefly as the mention of the Grounds. Despite Danta’s charge of it, and the drastic, different changes it held from the time of barriers and alterations, he still found himself wary and less likely to meander through it. For Kiada, he always would, but the haunting wake of prior destruction, loss, and horrors raked down his spine with all its ghosts. Even notions of memory mud within the place held a darker filament of a Fiat Lux gone terribly wrong; and he knew he wouldn’t need to mention that to the Flood. He altered the subject on parallel lines instead, back to prior offers. Unfortunate. But if you need something done in King’s End, I can try to make my way there. Perhaps he’d ask Danta or Kiada too, once they got some other things accomplished in Halo.
Despite his prying eyes though, it’d be Sunjata who’d find the spiders first – or, well, one would find him. On long, slow descent, it must’ve sensed the hydra, but clearly not the size, shape, bulk, or many heads of the beast, for as it drifted downward it flattened right on the tip of one of the three heads’ nose.
Despite his prying eyes though, it’d be Sunjata who’d find the spiders first – or, well, one would find him. On long, slow descent, it must’ve sensed the hydra, but clearly not the size, shape, bulk, or many heads of the beast, for as it drifted downward it flattened right on the tip of one of the three heads’ nose.
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
