DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The Sword understood the skepticism. He’d grown up with the notion of gods, heralds, and deities, but with little experience intertwined – usually ignored, discarded, and had subsequently done the same towards them. Helovia brought him little sustenance in regards to their philosophies or powers; the God of Time mostly sneered at his existence, the Goddess of the Moon pushed them out of their home and orchestrated murders. Here though, he had seen them, had discussed things with them. Still bizarre, still strange, still a wild notion of thoughts. He shrugged back at the stranger, eyes lifting to gaze along the horizon, before slipping back to this man with a bizarre series of inquiries. “I have seen and spoken to them. They are real.” He paused, pondering, wondering if he shared the same fate as the rest of those embedded in the Abandoned roles. “Though, if you have magic, they are less inclined to appear.”Unite and spread the heart apart
