Shimmering Sands the hawser rolls, the vessel’s whole and christ, it’s thin

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The breath of saline and brine was enough to send the hound into a state of heightened bliss. They had trekked for so long without the touch of the ocean; he had grown wilder in that time. Having found himself so close to the depths, Ford had sated the burning in the pit of his gut. His soul felt at home once more.

The sands were new to him. Though he should have been born in the bay some miles down the coast, he had experienced a different upbringing. Instead of the depths claimed by the blackrock, Ford had known the wilderness that was Warsaw. It had made him stronger, he believed. In turn, the titan knew that his siblings were equally as powerful. They had all survived the drop, hadn't they?

Stretching the length of his stygian limbs, the titan felt a swelling in his chest. Only once, Ford turned his attention to glance back over his shoulder in search of Rannveig. Surely, his brother would not have been far behind.