DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Measured and purposeful, they swept past the Barracks and onto the layered distinctions of the main streets, his eyes watchful, studious, scrutinizing every icicle, every wooden beam, every proportion of the road. “Yes. The screaming storms, the mud, the wildfires…,” in normal circumstances, save for the rampant screeching of lightning, they might have seemed like usual parallels and chances within a weather’s cycle. But with season after season, one would grow suspicious, even if they weren’t in Caido, amongst the level and layers of chaos damned and due.
But then his examination of the surroundings paused momentarily at her following words – head swiveling and eyes glancing down at her as she recited a vision. She hadn’t relayed any to him in quite a while, perhaps there hadn’t been any, but it granted him pause nonetheless, brows already beginning to furrow and eyes narrowing.
Something wrong with Ludo and Mort. No responses.
His jaw clenched and he loosened a breath from his lungs, and it unfurled in a long sigh and a puff of air into the cold abyss. “I have heard something similar,” and he reached into his pocket, producing the note the raggedy herald’s demigod had sent along, handing it over to Alys for inspection, confirmation of other parallels lining up, one by one. “Seems Ludo has disappeared. I think we are all waiting on further information.”
But then his examination of the surroundings paused momentarily at her following words – head swiveling and eyes glancing down at her as she recited a vision. She hadn’t relayed any to him in quite a while, perhaps there hadn’t been any, but it granted him pause nonetheless, brows already beginning to furrow and eyes narrowing.
Something wrong with Ludo and Mort. No responses.
His jaw clenched and he loosened a breath from his lungs, and it unfurled in a long sigh and a puff of air into the cold abyss. “I have heard something similar,” and he reached into his pocket, producing the note the raggedy herald’s demigod had sent along, handing it over to Alys for inspection, confirmation of other parallels lining up, one by one. “Seems Ludo has disappeared. I think we are all waiting on further information.”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
