[se] lay waste to the powers of fate

Sah treated the statue with much more kindness and respect than Noah ever would have afforded it. Though, as he contemplated the way the Wild Thunder’s hands held the statue with some (even minute) sense of reverence, it was because of the Voice that he was even in Caido. So he didn’t say anything, and helped his friend remove the statue of the praying girl. ”There is a place we can put this outside that will be out of the way.” But not destroyed — even though that is what Noah wanted to do. And probably would be doing if he had called on Deimos for help. The Sword shared his feelings towards the Voice, and were even deeper rooted in a hatred because of his time trapped within the dome.

Leading Sah to where he spotted out, Noah gestured with his chin. There was a pile of rubble where a building used to stand in the neighboring space of the Temple, a good spot for the statue to rest. It was also rubble, in Noah’s opinion. After disposing of it, Noah trotted back into the Temple to get out of the rain. Wiping his hands, Noah smiled at his friend. ”Okay, once the statue is up then we can move on to the next part.”

The hunter set to gathering more supplies and left Sah to work his magic. Noah hoped that, with enough effort, this altar and exhibit would be a brilliant place for a shrine to his deity.

the forsaken

your scars shine like dark stars
your wounds are where the light shines through