To long

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Loyalty had always been ingrained in the Sword, from family to friends to heralds, with the first and foremost being any of those considered his kin. Kiada being of that stature, and newly Ancient, leant him the apprehension of pondering if this was going to be similar to the dreaded notions of Ascension. And he certainly wasn’t going to give her away – furrowing his brows slightly, pondering over the subject matter at great length before the rumble of his vocals continued. “So what makes you believe they pose a threat?” Some normal humans could be considered demonic entities based on their ideals, ethics, moralities, and actions alone. Some of them had become Attuned and delved into similar tastes for blood in their predacious shifts. The Hollowed Grounds as a trading city prompted another arch of his brow – recalling and remembering how they’d struggled to make the Fields a reputable place for farming, how the world always seemed to turn over there with mixed results. “Do you have land suitable for that now?” King’s End had always seemed like a paradise compared to the broken and disheveled world – but given Sunjata’s proximity, perhaps that didn’t seem like a viable option any longer. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace