Fear was a curious thing.
There were many types of fear, but the more prevalent one at this time was the all consuming fear of death.
Rarely would a being ever feel such a fear, and it might only be once or twice in their lifetimes where one could see their life flash before their eyes.
At this moment, millions of Ailerons felt a deep and intense fear, a dreadful type of fear that guaranteed death for them the moment that the singular being holding on to a wiggling Blue Slime turned his eyes towards them!
Their hearts were enveloped in an intense fear as just from this being's gaze, they saw that they were not even considered living things anymore! From his eyes, they saw that Noah's gaze already considered all of them dead!
This thought actually had some truth in it as at this moment, Noah considered them as nothing more than loot- and it was loot of such great quality that he would never let it escape his sight.
"Aaaah…!"
"Run...!"
