Peace. That was the first thing Noah felt. Peace from the thoughts hiding in the back of his mind that still contemplated if what he was doing was right. The slight fear of the urges that would bubble within him, urges that whispered for him to take actions he wasn't ready for, things he kept convincing himself were wrong.
Now, there was nothing left within him to fight against.
When he opened his eyes, he came upon the scene of the seraphs kneeling, not from respect, but by force. These seemingly mindless creatures looked towards him in fear, a concept he once believed they were devoid of.
He studied them.
What were they afraid of?
Is it me? Noah sensed their fearful gazes directed towards him. Were they afraid because he broke their illusion? No, he didn't believe that was the case. Their fear was something deeper than a reaction to his actions alone. It was as if they feared his very existence.
"Noah, you still haven't realized it yet, have you?"
