DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Deimos, while conjuring the massive pumpkin upwards, wrinkled his nose at Noah’s implication. He had no intention of ingesting any toxins today, even if he’d once sought out assistance in making a similar ilk, which seemed like lifetimes ago. “Just this one then,” and he snorted for want of any other reaction – permitting it to lift upwards, higher and higher and higher, scraping its way along towards the canopy with vicious outcries. Vines grappled for purchase, but there was naught but air. Its brethren couldn’t help it. Eventually, it too fell from greater heights, splitting open just as its comrades had, smashing into the ground with a volatile explosion. Not bothered by the pulp suddenly clinging to his boots, pant legs, and even some on his beard, the Sword motioned forward, nodding at the direction – elemental fixtures implemented one after the other. Fire conducted, he’d need only the pieces to roast – seeds included. “Let me cook up a few, and you can be on your way.” The Sentinel had far more pressing issues and dilemmas ahead.
Unite and spread the heart apart
