DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The duo that arrived were no surprise – Noah, steadfast along the plains, and Aisha, stalwart and tenacious – and both of them received a gruff laugh, and a warm smile in return. At her inquiry, and the reindeer’s silence, the beast arched a brow, and then eyes went to rest on the aperture of the cave. “Several times. The hot springs were used as a way to stave off the sickness.” He knew Noah would remember; it was how he’d met the man in the first place, as the latter kindly toiled away in the infirmary. “And then we searched here for the lilies.” Collected and found and spied for the fronds meant to be placed behind waterfalls, summoning both Tanau and leviathan. All in all, just another Caido calamity.
The Sword turned, expecting them to follow, calling over his shoulder as they began to head into the Stygian wake. He lifted a torch, igniting it easily, sufficiently, and walked within, taking the lead as they wandered through familiar winding, twisting paths. “Keep an eye out.” Predator and prey semblances; senses to take in every darkened, shadowy corner (Belial drifted in along the eaves; quite content with blurring and blending into the backdrop, on the hunt for something). Zuriel maintained her residual dignity and merely stepped behind Deimos. “Last time we were here we ran into gore crows and swamp rats.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
