DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Another round of steadfast determination ensured the railings were completed: from stairs to platform, raised high and along, unyielding as they tested out perimeters and parameters. A jovial grin managed to manifest itself along his features once they seemed complete – from Darkeye’s suggestion to Noah’s idea, half-tempted -
Just to be sure.
I will take you up on that was a distinct murmur, not permitting the escape of the Attuned bond to go any further; in case foolishness persisted and he crashed through. Even if such a burden were to take place, the Sword would make sure to stay behind, repair and rebuild where the wakes had been cast in broken segments.
But since this was all purely hypothetical...he started forward.
Just to be sure.
I will take you up on that was a distinct murmur, not permitting the escape of the Attuned bond to go any further; in case foolishness persisted and he crashed through. Even if such a burden were to take place, the Sword would make sure to stay behind, repair and rebuild where the wakes had been cast in broken segments.
But since this was all purely hypothetical...he started forward.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
