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With the path laid out for him by John, Námo walks it with ease. His anger gives him power, and the power is channeled into the bond between father and son.
He winds up on a cobblestone road, his boots silent as he walks toward the glow in his mind that screams 'GABRIEL' at him. Houses. Garbage. Beggars looking at him with fear and need. He ignores it all, intent on his goal.
"Puck," he barks when he comes upon them, eyes blazing.
He winds up on a cobblestone road, his boots silent as he walks toward the glow in his mind that screams 'GABRIEL' at him. Houses. Garbage. Beggars looking at him with fear and need. He ignores it all, intent on his goal.
"Puck," he barks when he comes upon them, eyes blazing.