Noah's eyes gleamed as the golden tide poured into his reserves.
He was farming an entire army by standing in front of it as a man!
And as Hvitrmarr's claws touched the ground, and the vast White Steed settled her weight onto the scorched earth of THE Ymnaros, Noah stepped forward on her back and looked down at the horrified army, and he spoke, calm and grand.
"For the first time in your entire existence," he said, "all of you are going to get a feel for what it means to be human."
"…"
"No power. No authority. Not for anybody here." His gaze swept them. "Every one of us, absolutely the same, at the exact same baseline."
He then he glanced, almost kindly, toward the two craters.
"For you two, it's rather unfortunate. You were flying." His voice stayed even. "Falling from a height like that as a human does a great deal of damage. You've broken a lot of bones. You very likely have internal bleeding right now, and you have never once in your lives had to know what that is."
