Ever since Noah Rocco walked out of that hotel room to go meet the Order in the church's conference room, Antigua and Sagan couldn't help but notice that something seemed to have changed inside him. His mind had been really quiet, and his gazes had never been colder.
Moreover, he walked out donned in a black ensemble of coat, shirt, pants, and shoes like a very proper witch. Unlike before when he wore red or blue, he didn't bother adding other colors in his clothes as if he was grieving someone's death. Perhaps it could be his own.
Noah coldly moved into the conference room and saw quite a lot of people in there. The chaplain wasn't around, but the Allsworths were there… as well as Theresa and Allan. Noah only walked towards the vacant spot that Theresa reserved for him.
