Faint drowsiness began to fall on Noah's mind, but he opposed it. His body wanted to advance right away, but he couldn't let it when the higher plane had no safe area.
The hands still occupied a good chunk of the sky, and the monster was slowly condensing itself back to a spherical form. The apocalyptic event was far from over, and Noah had to see through it before stopping to deal with his centers of power.
The orange city slowly shrunk and disappeared in the chaos of the storms. It had dealt with its side of the deal, so it had to prepare to seize the monster now. Yet, the old rulers would let it clash with Heaven and Earth a bit more before jumping into the battlefield again.
Heaven and Earth obviously didn't like the proud and defying announcement that Noah and his companions had voiced, but they had far worse issues to deal with right now. The orange city had left, but the monster was still alive, and its anger wasn't something that they could ignore.
