Her gaze was an entirely quizzical one as if she was truly confused!
The way he smelled.
The flames all around.
Everything seemed so utterly familiar and yet foreign to her as she could not help but ask him.
She called him Sir!
Noah looked at this unique entity with calm eyes as he replied.
"You may be mistaking me for someone else."
He had already played too many roles as being himself was always the best.
And yet this Source Complexity Singed before him shook her head decisively as she replied.
"Nope. Your flames. Your source. Your feeling…its all the same. Sir, I don't know what game you're playing now, but all Singed are gathering towards Prime Frequency of Flames to get ready for the enemies of the Wheel. We haven't heard from you directly for some time as we have only been following the weavings you left behind."
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