Noah’s Preparation For The Second Round

Noah clad in his usual white robes, walked through a silent hallway, a stark contrast to the man he was a year before. His face now bore a stubble beard, and his eyes, once full of youthful determination, looked weary from the relentless battles against the Dark Lord's forces and the gods born from the awakening of fallen graces. His once vibrant demeanor seemed overshadowed by exhaustion and the weight of his responsibilities.

As he reached the end of the hallway, he stood before a grand door. With a steady push, he opened it and stepped into an empty room, the most notable feature being a mirror placed directly in the center. The door shut behind him with a soft click, sealing him inside. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Noah approached the mirror. As he stood before it, the surface rippled, transforming to reveal Salesi's figure.

"Lady Salesi," Noah greeted her, his voice steady despite the tumultuous thoughts swirling in his mind.