Noah woke up with a loud yawn, feeling refreshed.
He opened his eyes, his gaze landing on his pale ceiling.
He longed to lay there and spend a few more minutes in bed, but the thought of all the spell parchments sitting in his spatial ring made him sit up.
He had to admit that telling the story of the monolith run last night to Lord Rowe had him itching for another monolith run.
If he could learn Null Stride, getting inside another monolith shouldn't be that hard. If he couldn't find any, he still remembered the route to the monolith he'd cleared three months ago.
He threw off his covers, getting out of bed. Walking to the windows to watch the sunrise, he wondered what Lord Rowe's next move would be. Probably to first call off all the assassins he'd sent after Noah.
Noah chuckled at the thought. All this didn't mean he still wasn't going to destroy Camelot.
He had no grand reasoning for it. It was all just down to his hate.
