Noan was startled to see Vylyss bound in midair by countless strands of what looked like woven light.
Her eyes were tightly shut, her face peaceful as if she were only sleeping, but swirling around her were three distinct auras—pink, black, and purple—moving like drifting smoke.
"Vylyss!" Noan shouted, his voice echoing throughout the grand hall, but Vylyss seemed unable to hear him, her eyes remaining closed.
He frowned, not acting recklessly but instead scanning the surroundings as if searching for something.
Silence… an overwhelming silence…
The quiet was so complete that every sound was thrown back at him, like a stone splashing on the surface of a perfectly still lake.
Gripping his sword tightly, Noan slowly advanced toward Vylyss.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Noan sensed something. Instantly, he swung his sword.
Whoong!
A brilliant sword light illuminated the entire hall, slashing toward the source of the sudden gust.
KENG!
