"I thought I heard..." It is an illusion Hadama cut him off which gave the demigod pull pause. He still couldn't place exactly what, or who, he thought he had heard; but, he trusted his friend. If Hadama had said that it was an illusion, a trap, then Noah would sit in that trust. He had to. It had been his own hold on reality that brought his fellow warriors out of the illusionary trap they were in in the war, and it was their trust in him that saved them. Noah had to extend that same trust to the merking, because he was his friend.
The demigod blinked it away, and shook his head slightly. He looked down at the paper in his hand and sighed. He looked up again, the chill still on the back of his neck. "Are they always like that, or was that a void-touch?" He asked, turning his head slightly to look at his friend before his legs starting carrying him to the shrine, opposite the way of the illusionary Will-o-Whisp.
The demigod blinked it away, and shook his head slightly. He looked down at the paper in his hand and sighed. He looked up again, the chill still on the back of his neck. "Are they always like that, or was that a void-touch?" He asked, turning his head slightly to look at his friend before his legs starting carrying him to the shrine, opposite the way of the illusionary Will-o-Whisp.
the forsaken
