I carried my own ashes to the mountains
If Astaroth was at his capacity from before, perhaps there might’ve been a discernment between power and skills – but as he attempted to forge a pathway through the fire, Deimos tilted his head, roughly amused. It was a valid attempt – and understandable, given the situation, but his incantations reached back, emboldened still, and closed any gap that might have been initiated.
From there, he bolstered the line of conflagrations, growing them in height and width until it seemed to be a towering, imposing, and fortress-like structure of conjoined flames. With anyone else it might’ve been overwhelming and overbearing, and purposefully done so, though he didn’t think the Ancient would mind at all, given their propensity towards heat, regardless of newly divine statuses.
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From there, he bolstered the line of conflagrations, growing them in height and width until it seemed to be a towering, imposing, and fortress-like structure of conjoined flames. With anyone else it might’ve been overwhelming and overbearing, and purposefully done so, though he didn’t think the Ancient would mind at all, given their propensity towards heat, regardless of newly divine statuses.
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