I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Unbothered, he watched as Asta intended to reach the upper portions – snorting inwardly, sporting a grin from inside his makeshift compartments. If he weren’t akin and attuned to the element, it could’ve been a disastrous, molten experience. He could fathom any number of individuals would’ve been panicked or overwhelmed. “Very nice,” he responded instead, cool and amused, glancing, watching the green threads of flame flicker around.
Then absorbed them. Snagged and took and stole until it became a part of his wall – then expanded the multitudes outward. Casting them forwards, a moving piece of infernos and conflagrations towards the Ancient, waiting to see if Astaroth intended to give chase, or strive for another part.
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Then absorbed them. Snagged and took and stole until it became a part of his wall – then expanded the multitudes outward. Casting them forwards, a moving piece of infernos and conflagrations towards the Ancient, waiting to see if Astaroth intended to give chase, or strive for another part.
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