I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The air in his elemental factions faded; Belial took its last whims and skimmed over the top, while the Sword became consumed with other thoughts and munitions. “It would not be beyond potential,” and just another thing to worry about when all was said and done. Considering what a majority of them had seen in their time in Caido – like books upon portals taking them into actual pages, monsters thriving, awakening, bludgeoning – why wouldn’t a war do the same? But how did one prepare for such a prediction? His jaw feathered again, and as tempting as it was to glance down at the ground, he raised his eyes back up to the world around them – some inscrutable, murky void, taking in the sights, the sounds, but nothing quite registering. Not when there were other multitudes carving their wake in his machinations. “Then I suppose we keep trying to snag them when we can.”
As for the other proportions – kingdoms changing, altering, bending, reclaimed in different, altering names or deities, Deimos’ experience had only been in the swift obliteration of titles. “In my world before, we often took over territories without modifying the terrains.” Hence his prior confusion. Gaze pinpointed back on Sah, with a shrug to his shoulders, because there’d be no ceasing or stopping a divine being’s potency in the possibility. “Perhaps. But I am not certain what could be done about what you say.” Winning the skirmishes, the battles, the crusades, could be a preventative – but for what? For who? Especially when they weren’t clear on how the campaigns would be enacted. “Other than finding a means to protect the lands themselves.” Which always left the thoughts circling and cycling back to Halo – where nothing occurred.
As for the other proportions – kingdoms changing, altering, bending, reclaimed in different, altering names or deities, Deimos’ experience had only been in the swift obliteration of titles. “In my world before, we often took over territories without modifying the terrains.” Hence his prior confusion. Gaze pinpointed back on Sah, with a shrug to his shoulders, because there’d be no ceasing or stopping a divine being’s potency in the possibility. “Perhaps. But I am not certain what could be done about what you say.” Winning the skirmishes, the battles, the crusades, could be a preventative – but for what? For who? Especially when they weren’t clear on how the campaigns would be enacted. “Other than finding a means to protect the lands themselves.” Which always left the thoughts circling and cycling back to Halo – where nothing occurred.
DEIMOS
