Capturing air into his lungs as the moisture in the air lined the roof of his mouth, he organized his breathing into a stable rhythm.
With the heavy rainfall pouring against his ears, and the thunderous stomps of the abyppoes muffling much else, he spoke with magic lining his words:
"Hear me, Daughter of Chaos, Mother of Dreams, Death, Fate...Day, Night, and Destruction."
Timed with the grumbles of the behemoths and their jungle-shaking steps, his chant was unheard as he kept his eyes locked on the passing forces.
Even so, his heart still thumped inside of his chest as he stood amidst the foliage, unrestraining his words as he put his trust in this singular plan.
"Inside and out, the aspect of the night holds true to my soul...in honor of you and your overwhelming power. With this, grant me reprieve from the dangers before me."
