Noah's Nexus Eye began to glow the moment Gwen's palms made contact with the tree.
His focus sharpened as he locked onto the connection she had formed, not because he believed her claim, but because even the smallest possibility wasn't something he was willing to ignore.
He didn't see Pandora as corrupted, but he understood the difference between corruption and something being tainted.
And from what he had learned when he first acquired his fallen status, the two weren't so far apart. One could easily be inferred as the other under the right circumstances.
His existence alone was proof of that.
If turning the dryad, a being that was meant to embody purity itself, into a Fallen, had any chance of causing it to become what the elf called corrupted, then it wasn't something he could dismiss without understanding it completely.
That wasn't the only reason he was watching.
