Deimos
THE RESURRECTED SWORD
How did you survive? they ask
How long did you suffer?
how dark did they tint your dreams?A different kind of battle waged, but the efforts were the same – teamwork, configuring blasts of fire, conflagrations igniting the wilted arrays of plants, lightning flashing and consecrating a decadent aura, menace, malice, and power sizzling, and Remi’s intervals altering the course of the fauna entirely. He breathed for a moment, more than a sharp inhale, just to admire the infernal ramparts, maneuvering behind Amalia as she was knocked back, hands reaching in case she needed assistance (and begging to voice the inquiry about what she’d done with the shield – how the stars had aligned and given it flame).
Ronin beckoned again, and his attention diverted, refocused, riveted to the projections of bright light, beckoning beacons, focus on the ones that are still dangerous bounding into his ears, into his senses, a heavy breath reeling within the mask.
Concentration amassed along his figure once more, a power immersed in condemnation, in desecration, in destruction. The invocations were an outcry in his mind, one of relish, one of savoring, one of consuming, swallowing, devouring the world before them – a touch of home, when and where his savagery was all anyone knew about him. They flared back to life, maneuvering once more towards the plants, targeting the bestial fragments still laced and lacquered with toxins.
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Deimos aims his life drain magic again at the plants, trying to focus on the ones still containing poison.
Ronin beckoned again, and his attention diverted, refocused, riveted to the projections of bright light, beckoning beacons, focus on the ones that are still dangerous bounding into his ears, into his senses, a heavy breath reeling within the mask.
Concentration amassed along his figure once more, a power immersed in condemnation, in desecration, in destruction. The invocations were an outcry in his mind, one of relish, one of savoring, one of consuming, swallowing, devouring the world before them – a touch of home, when and where his savagery was all anyone knew about him. They flared back to life, maneuvering once more towards the plants, targeting the bestial fragments still laced and lacquered with toxins.
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Deimos aims his life drain magic again at the plants, trying to focus on the ones still containing poison.
- until you had blood glistening on your teeth
- until your suffering paled in comparison to their own
- until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams
