Ethaniel registered every word.
And although what Noah said had made sense, he couldn't accept it.
He admitted that without Noah, he would've never obtained the power that he has now, or understood the truth of the world as he does now.
But he couldn't admit Noah had created him.
That thought didn't make sense, no matter how he looked at it, because what he had become wasn't something that could simply be given by another.
It wasn't something that could be shaped by someone who didn't even grasp the very foundation of what he now perceived.
Noah wasn't a god.
What Noah had done was something far simpler.
He had removed the limits.
The weakness of flesh, the dullness of human understanding, and the constraints that had kept him bound to a perspective that could never reach beyond itself.
Now those limits were gone.
He could feel it clearly, not just the mana around him, but the structure beneath it.
