Chapter 450 – Cries of relief. Cries of uncertainty.
The very appearance of Noah made the others — both his wives, Origins, and even Luelle and the Legacy Bearers — look at him the way mortals would look at a god.
They felt something primordial rolling out from him, making them feel small.
Unconsciously, they licked their lips, realizing only now how dry they were.
The Prince stood there, taller than before, his golden-crimson hair fluttering behind him like a sea formed at the intersection of both heaven and hell.
His skin was smooth and luminous, his two mismatched golden and crimson eyes able to make even Luelle instinctively lower her gaze in trepidation.
Selene was the first to feel something drastic inside herself. Before, there had been a sense of pull she felt from Maryam — the kind metal would feel around a magnet.
But now none of that was happening to her.
