An hour had to pass before the expert could finally open his eyes and regain focus on his environment. Noah had waited patiently for him. His gaze blank and his aura strong.
"You're finally awake, human. I had begun to consider simply taking your memories," Noah's tone felt chilly. His audience's face contorted in fear. He tried to move but he found himself bound by chains of silver ice.
The chains originated from almost all points of the cage's bars. They were sturdy.
"Please don't kill me," the middle-aged-looking man begged as he sat up, allowing his dark hood to fall on his back.
"Yet you tried to kill me. I fail to see your logic, human," Noah's gaze turned colder and colder. He stood moving to crouch before the man.
