are there no fighters left here anymore?
are we the generation we've been waiting for?
are we the generation we've been waiting for?
Noah came with Marcus and Margot at his side, and the trio slid in next to Ravenna after attaining the necessary snacks. The demigod listened as other citizens gave their voice and opinion, glacier eyes wandering over friend and acquaintance and even stranger. Halo was bigger now than it had ever been, more robust and powerful. They were doing more than just surviving — the frozen hellscape that he grew up in was no longer what he would call this place. They were thriving, with advances far beyond anything he could have imagined while the heralds were trapped beneath the barrier with the Voice.
He was proud.
He took in a breath before lifting his voice in agreement, ”Having the healing waters near the infirmary would be wise. The fact that Torchline’s fountain is where it is — at its political hub— saved me.” his skin crawled remembering dragging himself into the fountain after cleansing the void. Had it not been for that fountain, and his compass to take him there, he would have been worse for wear — and had he been any other man, dead.
He was proud.
He took in a breath before lifting his voice in agreement, ”Having the healing waters near the infirmary would be wise. The fact that Torchline’s fountain is where it is — at its political hub— saved me.” his skin crawled remembering dragging himself into the fountain after cleansing the void. Had it not been for that fountain, and his compass to take him there, he would have been worse for wear — and had he been any other man, dead.
the forsaken
or are we patiently burning
waiting to be saved?
waiting to be saved?
