Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Cement done, his eyes went to the portions they’d be lifting, surveying the created, ornamental design. Pondering if Noah had done it himself, and if so, it must’ve taken an abundance of the Sentinel’s time, he heard Flora asking the same inquiry, and opted to remain silent, gaze giving it another once over before they needed to begin the next round of motions. Arching his brow, he only snorted at Flora’s insinuation, never the type to presume anything would be easy. Dutifully taking hold of a side, the Sword utilized his strength, fortitude, and might, to assist in hauling over the shrine’s expanse to its new threshold.
