We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
When Deimos slipped out of his office, Noah noticed. While he had his own work to finish up before he could stumble out after the Sword, it didn't take him long to follow. He stood shoulder to shoulder with warriors and soldiers, friends he had grown up alongside and was thankful to still have, as the Warden set out their targets.
The Sentinel hung back for a little while and let those around him take their shots and their aims, filling their hearts with joy and their banks with skill. Though, Noah couldn't wait forever. Taking an arrow from his intricately designed and sinisterly crafted quiver, the hunter nocked and aimed. Noah couldn't resist but to unleash an arrow to set a target ablaze that strangely resembled the Hailstorm.
NOAH
