Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Brows furrowed in concentration, Deimos could only nod at the first indication. That Sah still had to use his own torch was information the Warden placed within his mind, because it meant power wasn’t segmenting entirely from his own being, not mustered by his own craft. Saying naught, for now, his eyes took in the moments mustered, as the flames flickered, but gave no indication they’d go any further, and right down to the water spouting over the target.Before they went any further, the Sword snagged another target nearby. “How is your concentration? Are you truly focusing on only one element at a time?” He’d known the Thunder to be impulsive and emboldened on a good day; and it might’ve been showing through his incantations and the elements bursting from within.
