[Training] I still don't want to be here

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He watched Sah place the shingles accordingly from the corner of his eyes; a speculative, studious glance, ensuring they were concocted and arranged well, considering he wouldn’t want to repeat the same actions anytime soon. With no other nuances or queries about the gods, the beast could settle into other topics, arching his brow slightly at the inclination of his magic. “It has been.” Many times over, in stark, nearly hopeless situations, in predilections of calculations, or merely when he was extending gifts, wrapped in their adornments and beholden details. “Magic does not seem to have limitations here.” In that it grew and grew, until a certain point, and then still more hastened and arrived. Helovia had only had several embedded in veins – his had been death, damnation, and fire, and within these voids he’d gained far, far more. A shrug of the General’s shoulders followed, but Sah’s inflections spoke true. There was always something needing to be done – though it’d been similar in the Hollowed Grounds too. Perhaps it was just the mere nature of life, of humans, of beings who wanted and craved, who sought to improve and advance, all while striving to live. “We have been working on improving the Citadel for Deepfrost, with Frey’s assistance.” To the trenches dug, to the offerings rendered, to the altars created – and hopefully protection embedded within it. "And there is always hunting to do." master of nothing place; of recoil and grace