"Yes, that would be nice." Noah said, his mind still trying to shake the feeling that the will-o-wisp had left in its wake. As Noah approached the shrine of the herald of death, a solemn reverence enveloped him, though the unease still clung to the base of his neck. In his hands, he carried his offering, and kneeling before the makeshift altar to the trickster herald, Noah placed the drawing of Weaver and the bones at the base.
Noah sucked in a breath, bowing his head in deep respect. As Noah prayed to Ludo -- begging him to give his love to the Hales, should his prayers be heard -- his words echoed faintly in the stillness. "In Mort's realm, all paths converge," he continued, his voice quiet yet thick with the weight of his words, "Grant me the wisdom to navigate the shadows, the strength to confront my fears, and the grace to accept the inevitable journey that awaits us all." As he concluded his prayer, Noah remained kneeling before the shrine, enveloped in a sacred silence that seemed to stretch beyond the confines of time itself.
He wasn't sure how long he prayed, but when he stood, he could tell the difference in temperature once more. He crossed back to Hadama, offering the merking a nod before then offering him the same privacy for his offering.
Noah sucked in a breath, bowing his head in deep respect. As Noah prayed to Ludo -- begging him to give his love to the Hales, should his prayers be heard -- his words echoed faintly in the stillness. "In Mort's realm, all paths converge," he continued, his voice quiet yet thick with the weight of his words, "Grant me the wisdom to navigate the shadows, the strength to confront my fears, and the grace to accept the inevitable journey that awaits us all." As he concluded his prayer, Noah remained kneeling before the shrine, enveloped in a sacred silence that seemed to stretch beyond the confines of time itself.
He wasn't sure how long he prayed, but when he stood, he could tell the difference in temperature once more. He crossed back to Hadama, offering the merking a nod before then offering him the same privacy for his offering.
the forsaken
