I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
The roof was in terrible shape. The structure moaned and groaned under Noah's weight, and the demigod needed to move with much caution. He was already set to work tearing apart the most damaged parts of the roof without falling through any of the deepest charred spots when the team Darkeye had assembled for him headed his way.
Together, Noah and his team worked to bring down the worst parts of the roof. They made an assembly line that kept Noah moving as quickly as he safely could to keep up with them. He tore and dropped, they moved and hauled and even began burning what was no longer useful. It was hard work, and even with Noah's heightened endurance and his propensity for difficult labor, the Sentinel had to wipe sweat from dripping into his eyes on more than one occassion.
Noah and his team start by tearing apart the damaged roof sections, making piles of salvageable and non, and burning the worst of it.
Together, Noah and his team worked to bring down the worst parts of the roof. They made an assembly line that kept Noah moving as quickly as he safely could to keep up with them. He tore and dropped, they moved and hauled and even began burning what was no longer useful. It was hard work, and even with Noah's heightened endurance and his propensity for difficult labor, the Sentinel had to wipe sweat from dripping into his eyes on more than one occassion.
Noah and his team start by tearing apart the damaged roof sections, making piles of salvageable and non, and burning the worst of it.
NOAH
