[Training] [se] stronger than all of it

Deimos Long hellhound limbs had stretched and unfurled across vast fields until time seemed incapable of defining. A way to keep himself moving, a way for all the cacophonies in his head to cease, a way for the monotonous roil of failure to stop sinking deep into his spine. A Stygian blur against outcrops of fields and ferns, where they seemed ancient and new all at the same time, each foreign step a myriad of different compositions and filters, figments and fragments, until he could come upon the sea. And even then, he ran beside it, much like he would’ve as a child, ambling into sand, where here it was grass and embankments, and one false motion would mean sinking over the edge. An easy plunge. He motioned away from the sunken road until the ocean and tides were at his back. There was some level of comfort in its quiet solace, in knowing it was there and nothing else had ended yet. So eventually, he shifted, altering himself back into the Sword and not just the wild dog out in some untamed void – committed to his task. Seren would arrive eventually, and so he set about wandering further inland, away from the sharp cries of gulls, but always in view of the landscape’s surface and veneer; drawn, as he’d always been to mountains and currents alike. Belial and Zuriel had trailed after him at some point, and they meandered now – like shadows. They probably didn’t know what to do with him either. So while he waited, his mind and incantations were busy, concocting several targets as he might’ve done in his times as General of different lands. Each were in varying locations, some closer, some farther, and if there were a few designated figures on them, by some way of humor, Deimos let it remain for broken, wayward amusements. It was about all he had left anyway. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime