Noah had no time to second think what it meant for him because he had already started to move forward. He allowed his senses to guide him to the place with the least magic because that was where the flute will be helped. He had a feeling he knew where it was simply because of the lack of magic there.
And he was right. He saw the flute lying down inside the debris of the old city, its gleaming surface calling to Noah and he picked it up.
He could not help but marvel at the beauty of the sealing artefact in his hand. The energy it emitted could not be matched by anything he had felt inside this place. The enchanting emptiness of its magic called out to Noah to come and touch his magic with the flute.
