Noah stood on the rooftop, feeling the strange wind blowing from the oceans far away. Up until now, he hadn't seen any of the sloth demons. He tried contacting Sagan, but the line only had dead air. In a few minutes, the groups would be assembled, and he had to present the hellhounds to the Order. If Sagan wouldn't show up, what was he supposed to do?
"Mon..."
"Mephisto!" Noah turned to the demon and sighed in relief. "I was beginning to get worried. We're minutes away from starting, and yet no one had shown up just yet." He then looked at the demon's face. "Where are the hellhounds? Can I see them before I meet with the Order? I have to make sure nothing goes wrong. Angels are watching us at the moment. I don't want anyone to get hurt."
