Beneath the deceptively calm night, while some fled and others fell to Sinners so grotesque their souls fled before the beasts could claim them, while conspirators plotted to seize the world…
Two men sat before the colossal walls of Noah's estate: one in full armor but helmetless, the other shirtless. They talked without care, as if the malicious world devouring all around them couldn't touch them.
"To think you became an Assassin in less than six months… I can only imagine the exhausting Purposes the gods put you through to make that happen."
Noah said with a gentle smile, tilting his head toward the night sky as he stroked his mustache.
Halo gave him a weary look. He wasn't an Assassin yet, but he intended to kill Noah regardless. Traveling this far only to come back later would be tiring enough, but the weight of not knowing whether Noah had achieved his goal would be even more exhausting.
"Not really. I had great allies, and I knew there was a promise I had to keep."
