The sphere above Noah's hand kept growing through everything that happened, drawing in more mana with every passing moment. Yet under the stunned gazes of those watching him, the raging energy suddenly began to disperse as Noah relinquished control.
Noah paid little attention to their reactions. His thoughts stayed on the familiar calling that came with the changes to his soul, and though this feeling was stronger than anything he had ever felt before, he found no reason to resist it.
He had despised his own weakness for as long as he could remember. Perhaps that hatred had eventually extended toward weakness itself, or maybe his desire to gather the right souls for his creatures came from how much he valued them. Every time they grew stronger, the possibility of someone ever taking them away from him shrank even more.
