The first light of dawn was already high in the sky when Noah finally stirred, a loud yawn escaping his throat.
He rubbed at his eyes, groaning as he pushed himself upright.
He hadn't gotten any sleep last night.
His body had rested for a few hours, but his mind had been whirring all through the night.
The memories of last night's escape were still playing in his head.
After tearing Snake apart inside the Pocket Cube, the spell had collapsed on its own, ejecting both of them back into the rooftop where the fight had started.
He hadn't had long, especially with the Investigation Authority agents sweeping the district, converging on where they were in an effort to locate anyone still in the barrier.
So, Noah had dragged Snake into the deeper parts of the ruined streets, hidden away where even the Authority wouldn't think to look while their barrier was in place.
Snake had been unconscious, bleeding and broken, but Noah wasn't about to let him die.
Not yet.
