I carried my own ashes to the mountains
With the details meshed together for the spar, his long strides took and wound them towards a more open portion of a sand-lined area; mostly free of people, save for the vague comings and goings. His own suspicions about changes to Astaroth, however, hadn’t been even remotely close to the truth, and he had to chuckle inwardly at himself, shaking his head and donning a vague smile at the heart of the matter. “Congratulations.” What being a demigod might entail for Dygra’s constituents might be anyone’s guess, though chaos would clearly factor in – intriguing, perhaps, to find so many fledgling deities nowadays. If that meant something else, or nothing at all, remained to be seen. “You will probably make up for it in no time,” given past precedents. Weakness wouldn’t last long. Not in Caido. No one could afford it.
From there though, he paced outwards, a fair distance away from the Butcher, feeling the flare of his incantations ready, willing, and eager to get some distraction and fervency, potency, out into the open. “When you are ready then.”
From there though, he paced outwards, a fair distance away from the Butcher, feeling the flare of his incantations ready, willing, and eager to get some distraction and fervency, potency, out into the open. “When you are ready then.”
DEIMOS
