Slaier stared at Noen.
He was the god of lies and deceit, not a mind-reading god, He couldn't tell what Noen was thinking.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Do you want to live a little longer?"
Slaier asked mockingly.
Noen tilted his head skyward.
The night sky, covered in dark clouds, showed no sign of clearing.
The young man's hands clenched involuntarily.
He was waiting for the mist to dissipate.
Standing aside, Baird pressed his hands on the horns of Casas's golden bull, twisted fiercely, and snapped the horn off.
Casas cried out in pain several times until Baird detached the horn.
Following Noen's previous instructions, Baird took up a stone, carefully carving a notch at the tip.
Afterward, Baird handed the golden horn to Noen.
Noen looked down at the horn in his hands, then once again gazed at the night sky.
Slaier realized what he was looking at and glanced upward too.
