[se] knee deep in forest rivers

Deimos “No one said it had to be magic.” A simple alteration in walls, a hidden floor, a means to evasion rather than the easier measures of teleportation, that wouldn’t have worked anyway. “There are other ways.” He pointed his gaze on Sunjata again, waiting to see if anything concocted in the Flood’s brain, before shrugging his shoulders, and addressing the other portions in the matter. “And if it does not go well?” Was there a contingency plan in place? His attention wandered, back to the bubbles, Belial hovering nearby and craving to give chase. His silent command ensured the peryton wouldn’t, but his gaze narrowed again at the sight of a fin appearing along the surface, then bobbing back down. Perhaps nothing. Perhaps something. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime