[SE] embers away

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us News of wildfires was almost a deranged thought to occur near Halo; save for the forest portions, much of the region was a frozen plain with hardly any wood to quantify the image. Even without their winter regards for never scorching flames, the citizens were very careful with their embers. Fire represented life, but just as the Sword had wielded it in all manner of ways, it also lingered and sprung on death quickly. So as they traversed across bays and ocean on the summons of several individuals sighting the same sort of issue, his eyes narrowed, following the lines of broken isles and fallen pieces. He hadn’t been to the Crag at all since both Flora and Eirachi had made it fall into the sea – only to glance from where it’d been ripped from the Fangs and ended there – with promises of mazes, labyrinths, puzzles, and mageglass; but not much else. Letting his talons continue to hold the large bucket he’d brought, in case they’d be putting out a fire instead of setting one, another wound mode along the isle proved correct; there was smoke, billowing from one of the lower regions. See there? his beak jutted out towards the line of plumes, indicating to Noah that something was amiss. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left