Noah's gaze remained fixed on him, but his thoughts weren't entirely there.
For a brief moment, they drifted back to that place, to that hooded figure whose presence alone had made him feel small, no matter how much stronger he had gotten since then.
A being whose existence still didn't make sense even now.
Why did his blood create something like this?
How could it?
No… That wasn't the right question.
His gaze sharpened as it settled fully onto Ethaniel again, because what stood in front of him wasn't something his blood created on its own.
Why did Ethaniel turn into this?
"So that's how it is…"
His Nexus Eye flared, glowing more intensely as it locked onto Ethaniel, pulling at whatever information it could grasp.
"Abyssal Arcanum."
The words came out low as the answer began to take shape in his mind, because what stood before him wasn't just a transformation, but the result of something far more personal.
Ethaniel's deepest desire had taken form.
