The atmosphere had become strangely lifeless after some time had passed.
Despite what happened, there was no one on either side who bore any hostility anymore, yet neither side seemed capable of relaxing afterward either.
Morvyr's elves remained noticeably more cautious around Noah. A residual fear, no different than a lasting trauma, was left in their hearts.
And it wasn't just them; his own companions kept a closer watch on him than usual.
That bothered Noah more than anything else.
He had considerable control over his mana. Normally, an emotional outburst wouldn't have been enough for him to lose control of his aura to that extent.
But ever since absorbing Ethaniel's soul, those outbursts had become more severe.
His emotions seemed to be drawing out a part of him that he had always sought to contain. He could never allow himself to be too angry, too worried, too happy, lest he would make mistakes that could endanger everyone else.
