The goddess watches Amalia leave without a word, turning back toward Deimos. There is much she might say on the subject, but she leaves it. This is a moment of triumph for the Sword, and though death may leaden his heart, his strength has always prevailed thus far.
'Give me your hands, Deimos." So saying Safrin extends her own, palms softly glowing with starlight.
'Give me your hands, Deimos." So saying Safrin extends her own, palms softly glowing with starlight.