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Vi inclines his head, evidently glad that his demigod is in agreement, whether or not it would have been his first choice. And that ought to have been that, so when Noah speaks again, the god of life gazes down at him with the quiet consideration of the ages, where black holes yawn and galaxies burst to life."Protection from what?" he asks, as if to reiterate once more that they are no longer in the clutches of a war, where danger may lurk around every corner. Nevertheless, Noah has asked and Vi is listening. "You have done much, Noah Olson. I will not meddle with the natural order of things, but I will give you this."
A wintry gale stirs within the shrine, and while Noah may need to strain to hear it, from without comes the unmistakeable sound of hoofbeats. "Serve her well and she will serve you in return." And almost as if it were always there, the Sentinel will feel something snap to life within his mind; a tethered bond to a consciousness as impatient to meet him as it is to get to work.
