I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The irritation remained solidified on his features this time, between the furrowed brow, piercing slate of his eyes, and the growing tornado of leaves he’d assembled, Sah was treading on thin ice. He’d remained tolerant and patient for long enough, and perhaps the other Abandoned finally noticed and relented with a click of his jaw; causing the more dangerous edges to subside along the Sword, for the time being. He wasn’t going to listen through a third tirade.
He walked further, long strides sweeping, indifferent to the way the muck faltered underneath his mass, strengthening it with barely a hint of the enchantments woven beneath – into earthen form, solidifying, while Sah found his voice once more. “That depends on who is leading,” and here he shrugged his shoulders; because everything was still up in the air with so much time to go before the drums sounded and ricocheted. “And who is willing. Some may want to be left to themselves. Some may want to be defensive fortresses. Some are in denial,” and here he inclined a brow, clearly suggesting Torchline. “And we do not know how this war is going to be fought.”
He walked further, long strides sweeping, indifferent to the way the muck faltered underneath his mass, strengthening it with barely a hint of the enchantments woven beneath – into earthen form, solidifying, while Sah found his voice once more. “That depends on who is leading,” and here he shrugged his shoulders; because everything was still up in the air with so much time to go before the drums sounded and ricocheted. “And who is willing. Some may want to be left to themselves. Some may want to be defensive fortresses. Some are in denial,” and here he inclined a brow, clearly suggesting Torchline. “And we do not know how this war is going to be fought.”
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