We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Zavien hit the mat with a thud, the shoulder check landing just right to take his balance. Noah didn’t gloat, but a satisfied smile pressed his features. He stepped in, hand extended without hesitation. “You held your ground,” he said, helping the man up, “That’s more than most can say.”
Once Zavien was steady, Noah ignited his celestial dome over them—his demigod magic already at work, mending bruised muscle and easing the strain from the fight. ”If you fight like that for Safrin,” he said, voice low but certain, “you’ll do more than fine.” His grit resembled that of others that Safrin took to liking — Hadama, Ronin, and the like. But perhaps, too, it would catch the eye of his own patron.
The glow faded slowly as the magic settled and Noah gave a small nod, eyes meeting Zavien’s with a flicker of respect. “Keep that grit. It’ll carry you further than talent ever can.”
Once Zavien was steady, Noah ignited his celestial dome over them—his demigod magic already at work, mending bruised muscle and easing the strain from the fight. ”If you fight like that for Safrin,” he said, voice low but certain, “you’ll do more than fine.” His grit resembled that of others that Safrin took to liking — Hadama, Ronin, and the like. But perhaps, too, it would catch the eye of his own patron.
The glow faded slowly as the magic settled and Noah gave a small nod, eyes meeting Zavien’s with a flicker of respect. “Keep that grit. It’ll carry you further than talent ever can.”
NOAH
