Around the demigod the world grew bright as celestial energy flowed around him. A frustrated growl ripped through his teeth and rumbled over his lips. His fists clenched at his sides. He should have acted sooner and with more force. He should have done exactly as Vi had asked -- exactly as Neron accused. He should have ended the Hailstorm where he stood.
But Noah knew that would only bring the wrath of the Ascended, of Wessex, and the Halovians were not strong enough for that battle. Not yet.
The celestial, glowing energy calmed around Noah and he sighed. It was a deep sigh, and across the bond his anger could easily be felt as it lingered beneath his breast. Turning to Deimos, Noah took a deep breath and detailed everything to Deimos that he had learned from Remi with extreme clarity. "I am sorry I couldn't tell you sooner, before the scoundrel returned with plans to turn the people against us." He finished, glacier eyes flashing with the regret he felt. Just when you think there's a settled score The battle has been reborn |
