Noah stood in the road with Render in both hands.
The hammer was heavier than it looked and the golden enhancement energy running through it had no interest in being held by someone it had not decided to accept, but it was holding for him, same as it had held on the battlefield, same as it had held when he caught it mid-flight. He looked at Egor across the road. Egor without his hammer for the first time since Noah had known him, standing there with his hands at his sides and blood on his face and the absolute certainty of a man whose mission was standing right in front of him.
"I'll tell you again.Your fight isn't with me," Noah said.
Egor looked at the hammer in Noah's hands. "You are my mission."
