cover you when the sky comes crashing in
The Sword finally allowed a smile to pierce along his features at the acceptance and approval, the rigidity gone out of his spine. “Good. And you are welcome.” He snorted, nodded, at the indication of his incantations and how far they would reach – an expansive assortment of demolition, ruin, and then capability of forging things out of the elements, differing from the world of Helovia, where all he’d ever done was destroy. Unparalleled was probably a stretch though – and he would’ve desisted on the comment, had the subject not been made into another turn.
Because there were other things, and the grin diminished, faded, back into his usual, habitual compliance of reticence, nonchalance, and impassivity, a breath steeling over. “I received information about the Order from Sunjata.” Which she could take with a grain of salt, as he usually did. Returning to his unyielding stature, the machinations and calculations seared and seethed through his head, and none of them were echoes and throngs of repose. “Supposedly they wish to kill the Ascended and take down the Voice.” He took no issue with the latter; but the former wasn’t in his periphery; and he figured it wasn’t going to be in the Warden’s either. “The Gods have called their demigods, and placed them somewhere. He was not certain if the motions were related to the group, or something else.” What Halo would, or could, do about it was likely another matter, spiraling out into the unknown.
Because there were other things, and the grin diminished, faded, back into his usual, habitual compliance of reticence, nonchalance, and impassivity, a breath steeling over. “I received information about the Order from Sunjata.” Which she could take with a grain of salt, as he usually did. Returning to his unyielding stature, the machinations and calculations seared and seethed through his head, and none of them were echoes and throngs of repose. “Supposedly they wish to kill the Ascended and take down the Voice.” He took no issue with the latter; but the former wasn’t in his periphery; and he figured it wasn’t going to be in the Warden’s either. “The Gods have called their demigods, and placed them somewhere. He was not certain if the motions were related to the group, or something else.” What Halo would, or could, do about it was likely another matter, spiraling out into the unknown.
DEIMOS
