[se] came back alive

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Inclinations to check the Citadel walls, as per the normal regime and routine, spurned him along, walking familiar paths and outlines. Belial followed closely behind, trailing every once in a while to inspect something else or stalk an absent-minded ningo, until Deimos snorted something under his breath and the young peryton shot forward again. Otherwise, the Sword’s gaze meandered upon stones, if any appeared weak, crackling, or falling apart, he figured he could manifest some manner of his earthen incantations, and restore the segments back to their former glory. At some point, some proportions would likely need to be replaced. But so occupied with these nuances and thoughts, amongst a multitude of others, that he failed to notice the presence of melted snow. With some amount of surprise, the beast found one of his boots suddenly deeply immersed in a puddle, and drew back quickly as the cold water hit his feet. Puzzled and perplexed, because defrosting and softening rarely occurred in Halo, he wondered if the summer’s presence had truly caused an effect, or if someone else with similar water powers had been nearby, hastening another project. Nonetheless, it was the only reaction he had time for, because no sooner had he found the cascading droplets, did Belial fully descend with a mighty splash into its denizens – soaking anyone and everyone nearby. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace