Neither Noah nor the Seraphim moved.
Everyone else seemed content to follow their example. The humans remained within the Holy Field while Noah's creatures stayed where they were, with both sides waiting to see what the two would do after everything that had just happened.
At the same time, the storm continued growing worse. What had already been heavy rain became a downpour that made it difficult for the average person to see very far ahead of them. Thunder grew louder and more frequent, while flashes of lightning lit up the dark sky every few minutes.
With everything happening around them, it truly felt as though judgment day was approaching. Nearly a hundred humans had gathered to fight a Demon alongside God's servants, and now a part of the forest had become something none of them understood while the storm raged overhead.
"Why aren't they doing anything?"
