Only way through is to follow the fog
Deimos' power did not need Noah's assistance. As the Sword worked his magic and incantations on the gate, Noah cleaned up around. He piled bits of metal and splintered wood. Blood stained the snow and whenever Noah saw it, the lump in his throat ached. Deimos broke the silence, and Noah stopped. He looked over to the Sword, and blinked back hot white tears.
Noah didn't know what to say. While he would normally give a polite thank you or brush off the words with it wasn't a big deal, he couldn't right now. Noah had saved them. Something within him and been the bright hammer of hope, coming down and crashing against the illusions that held them all in a stasis of darkness. He didn't know what the others saw, but if it was anything like what he did, he knew it would stay with them forever.
His father's face beneath the ice would be burned into the dark of his eyelids for the rest of his days.
"I don't truly know how we made it out of there."
