Noah's aura-less figure walked towards the bar-table with steps audible to everyone, due to the pin-drop silence.
Each person he walked past felt their whole bodies quiver in instinctive fear.
And their faces remained pointed towards the ground as cold sweat accumulated on their backs.
Noah's beautiful face, although half covered, had quickly become terrifying to those closer to him. Their human survival instincts screamed at them to leave, but they found their legs unwilling to move.
Was it the beer, or their unknown source of fear, they knew not. All that could be done was hope nothing too strange happened.
Noah had already unfolded his consciousness the instant he stepped into the bar, and his mind completely disregarded their power-levels.
With a single thought every single one of them could perish, as their peak tier 1 power to lower-stage tier 2 prowess would provide not the slightest resistance to his power.
