I carried my own ashes to the mountains
A return to fragility had been in the Sword’s midst of confusion as well, but that had been upon his arrival in Caido. Suddenly consumed and condemned into naught more than fringes, it had taken him some time, persistence, and determination to get to where he was today – but demigods likely didn’t have the same timeframe; devout powers probably had their way of ensuring a faster return for the bargains they’d set. “Sounds like a good approach,” he concurred and agreed; perhaps it wouldn’t be any different than how he treated the more youthful and inexperienced troops and soldiers at his command. Knowing of their capabilities, but not being too forceful; they wouldn’t require such dangerous and looming incantations at their behest.
And much like before, Deimos remained ever patient, waiting for the unfurling of fire. This one had been altered, based on the hues alone, and he gave a slight grin as the green blends of embers and flames came towards him. Amused, he wouldn’t let Astaroth’s billowing flares come close to his chest or legs – instead, he unfurled his own fiery incantations, though these become a towering wall of flame, blocking, and then striving to absorb the other man’s enchantments – content when there was an infernal little decree of verdant portions amidst the fortitude of crimson.
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And much like before, Deimos remained ever patient, waiting for the unfurling of fire. This one had been altered, based on the hues alone, and he gave a slight grin as the green blends of embers and flames came towards him. Amused, he wouldn’t let Astaroth’s billowing flares come close to his chest or legs – instead, he unfurled his own fiery incantations, though these become a towering wall of flame, blocking, and then striving to absorb the other man’s enchantments – content when there was an infernal little decree of verdant portions amidst the fortitude of crimson.
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