Dantalion
but you can't be free
Noneya, that's how many, Noah. Noneya business.
Is what Danta would have said, if the Sentinel had asked the question out loud. Alas, when Noah comes across him, it will be to the sight of a rakish, fair haired young man crouched over a deep crack in the Crust, soot on his hands as he waits patiently for... well, who knew what, honestly.
Danta, that's who, and as the lava wyrm sort of spurts out of the crack like a molten squirt of lava, the Ancient is there to try and catch it. Bare hands come to snatch about the creature until it takes a more wyrm-like form, and then he's straightening up with it. What's it for, you ask?
Again - noneya.
Is what Danta would have said, if the Sentinel had asked the question out loud. Alas, when Noah comes across him, it will be to the sight of a rakish, fair haired young man crouched over a deep crack in the Crust, soot on his hands as he waits patiently for... well, who knew what, honestly.
Danta, that's who, and as the lava wyrm sort of spurts out of the crack like a molten squirt of lava, the Ancient is there to try and catch it. Bare hands come to snatch about the creature until it takes a more wyrm-like form, and then he's straightening up with it. What's it for, you ask?
Again - noneya.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
