yet my blood renders me a King
Even if Noah didn't say anything, Sah knew his friend. Letting out a quiet sigh he gave an explanation because Noah deserved one, "Thank you. If we don't respect our enemies' dead, how can we expect them to do the same for ours?" The statue was also a piece of history, a history that was better not forgotten, lest it be repeated. There were still Ascended alive as well. One of them might wish to take the statue home.
With that taken care of, they returned to the temple. The Wild Thunder eagerly began to call forth his magic. He created the statue in sections and secured them together with the strongest cement he could find. Once he had a rough body built, he glanced over at his packmate, "Hey, Noah? Would you describe Vi to me? I've never actually met or seen him, but I want the state to depict him accurately." For many, this would be the only way that they would ever look upon the God's face. It had to correct and who better to ensure that than Vi's own Demi-god.
With that taken care of, they returned to the temple. The Wild Thunder eagerly began to call forth his magic. He created the statue in sections and secured them together with the strongest cement he could find. Once he had a rough body built, he glanced over at his packmate, "Hey, Noah? Would you describe Vi to me? I've never actually met or seen him, but I want the state to depict him accurately." For many, this would be the only way that they would ever look upon the God's face. It had to correct and who better to ensure that than Vi's own Demi-god.
Sah
