DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Simplicity in the midst of circumstances requiring far more than that; and he nodded. But it was the response thereafter, the abilities she held that gave him the slightest pause. Not the intonations of mechanisms and wards, because certainly there would be some amplified power, and he could only predict the onslaught, the ferocity they’d face – but the finality of pulling souls from vessels.
Already the wheels in his head were turning, machinations volleying from one annihilated friend to another, to a quest not feasible because of Jigano and his damned lantern. If Delphia held the same abilities –
“I see.” A pause, pondering how to prompt the notion, the nuance, into reality, into being, into something actually tangible, instead of impossible, improbable. “Have you ever attempted to pull the souls from the LongNight monsters?”
Already the wheels in his head were turning, machinations volleying from one annihilated friend to another, to a quest not feasible because of Jigano and his damned lantern. If Delphia held the same abilities –
“I see.” A pause, pondering how to prompt the notion, the nuance, into reality, into being, into something actually tangible, instead of impossible, improbable. “Have you ever attempted to pull the souls from the LongNight monsters?”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
