[SE] Bone dry

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us Deimos could hope for more – like Neron ceasing to exist – but there were far more important things to consider with the ramifications, consequences, and actions as of late. He settled for a chuckle that didn’t exude from his chest like before. His eyes on Belial, who had begun drifting to the left, the attention to the inquiry left another arch to his brow. “Best to show, probably.” He’d yet to utilize the shift in any brazen manner – and in some part it was because he’d believed he hadn’t deserved to, after how everything with the Ascended had gone. But now, with Halo secured, and the world trudging closer to impending treachery, perhaps more practice in the massive threshold would be necessary. So he shifted – plucking at the strands of the avian figure resting deep within his walls and confines, until wings outstretched and feathers extended and his shape became even more imposing than it’d been before, taking to the sky as if he was born into its denizens. Ethereal and mighty, overwhelming and powerful, he maneuvered forward, purposefully roaming by the dragon as some sort of amusing tease, before drifting around. the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left