DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
And when nothing happened or changed, the man shifted back to his human form, shaking his head, amused, content, and proud. They’d done enough, and the platform, the skyport, would stand on its own, formidable and capable. Patting the wooden railing and venturing back down the stairs, he nodded to each individual in turn, grateful once more for everything they’d offered. “Safe to say it is completed,” with a generous, tired wink to all of them. “Thank you for all your help.” And hopefully, it would be of use to everyone in Caido.
From there, they could roam away – return home, drink with Darkeye, or any other means to occupy their success.
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And with that, we are done! Thank you so much everyone!
{FIN}
From there, they could roam away – return home, drink with Darkeye, or any other means to occupy their success.
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And with that, we are done! Thank you so much everyone!
{FIN}
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
