Nepal's stomach churned violently. The scene before her was unlike anything she had ever witnessed. She had grown up surrounded by death. Shattered corpses, severed heads… She had seen it all.
But this—this was something else.
Her stomach twisted again. Her vision blurred, and a wave of heat crawled up her throat.
She felt like vomiting, but clenched her teeth and forced herself to hold it back.
A trembling hand went to her lips. As she fought the urge, she tried desperately to suppress the sickening pressure building in her throat.
Noa was silently watching all of this unfold. The surge of energy in his body hadn't fully withdrawn. The air in the room was still thick. He let out a deep breath.
"Haah... Nepal, what am I going to do with you?" he murmured to himself.
Then, slowly, he stood up. With a movement as if shaking off a heavy weight, he stepped silently toward Nepal.
Nepal was nearly choking. Her eyes were filled with tears, and sweat beaded on her forehead.
