Noah's Penance

The weight of the crown is not in the gold, but in the

blood spilled. Every soul lost in Valhalla's name haunts these silent, storm-drenched fields.

They look to me for strength, yet I find only the hollow echo of guilt.

The gods are silent now, leaving me alone with the ghosts of my choices.

May the rain wash away the sins I cannot forget. Peace is a

lie we tell to the living and a dream for the dead. I am Noah,

and this is my penance until the end of days.