Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
Haai was her own brutal force and measure, granted a nod of approval by the Sword as her flames and ferocity kept the squirrels away, though he spied several notching themselves along hedgerows, flicking his torch in their direction for good measure. It was difficult to tell in the lack of much ambient light if they were nearing the middle, if they were getting any closer, or if this was a roundabout way of getting them more and more lost. Everything looked the same, similar patterns, similar frameworks, thorns and vines, knotted, gnarled branches, stones pressed into the sanction, not a single secret revealed.
However, if Sunjata had arrived here in the previous year, perhaps a bit of familiarity still remained. Deimos wasn’t much help or assistance in that regard; landing amidst the Spire and immediately heading to a bar (where he met Rexanna and too many things came flooding back). “Does it?” There’d been rumors of the Labyrinth’s potential for change and alterations, as if it had a mind of its own, could shape and shift into whatever decree it liked. If so, perhaps they’d be very lucky to get anywhere; and the damning situation clambered at the back of his mind, too tenacious, too obstinate, too defiant, to sink before they’d truly begun.
However, if Sunjata had arrived here in the previous year, perhaps a bit of familiarity still remained. Deimos wasn’t much help or assistance in that regard; landing amidst the Spire and immediately heading to a bar (where he met Rexanna and too many things came flooding back). “Does it?” There’d been rumors of the Labyrinth’s potential for change and alterations, as if it had a mind of its own, could shape and shift into whatever decree it liked. If so, perhaps they’d be very lucky to get anywhere; and the damning situation clambered at the back of his mind, too tenacious, too obstinate, too defiant, to sink before they’d truly begun.
DEIMOS
