The silence and sounds of sobbing continued for a minute before Honor sighed.
Honor's voice emerged from behind his wyvern helm. "This destiny that the Saint saw is cruel." His massive frame shifted, torn banner rustling against his armor. "But for his plan, it's a must."
He moved toward Reinhard, each step crushing the fragments of charred root beneath his weight. The motion carried inevitability, like watching an avalanche begin its descent without a care in the world.
Janus trembled, his entire body shaking as words forced themselves through clenched teeth. "The Saint foresaw this happening?"
Honor's helm turned slightly, and the silence stretched for a couple of seconds before he said. "He did."
Janus laughed, the sound erupted sharp and bitter, cracking on the second note before dying completely. "Why didn't he-"
