DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Deimos listened to descriptions of history he’d already been through – lived within, immersed, beneath that dome all those years ago. Different times and different measures, before the world expanded and grew into things beyond shambles and ruins. Their freedom intertwined with the Voice’s own. Monsters that roamed and murdered and tortured simply because they could. “It is,” he murmured, taking a bite of the burger, giving himself more time to respond. “Many of us, myself included, experienced exactly what you entailed.”Worlds beyond, with gods meddling and mettling into similar aspects, gave him pause. Failures. Heroic intervals and divine power needed, required, to do the same thing they’d already tried in Caido. More than once the Sword had wondered how this war would play out – what would need to be achieved. He knew his current goal, but couldn’t say what the end results would be from a battle many mortals had yet to fight. “Could he remain chained?” Nothing else had freed him?
Unite and spread the heart apart
