Ezekiel's expression was somber.
He had wanted to introduce Noah to his father as the one his destiny pointed to- the being capable of pulling that ancient sword from stone...without ever coming under the gaze of Morgana or her forces!
Dimensional Ruler Morgana was extremely difficult to deal with as she had taken offense at his Father's relationship with Primordials where he even went as far as to send his son to move around in their Legions.
She hated Primordials, and hated the whole of the Desolate Mausoleum even more. But when everything was facing destruction, could they not put aside their differences?
Her Dual Pupils carried a deadly glare of magic and power as her staff buzzed, her purple white robe rising with tendrils of the Decretum of Avalon as she spoke out once more.
