Currently, Noah was being fervently observed by a group of spectators; their eyes hungrily urging him to start the process for preparing the cores, while another was only watching so she could understand. Fenrir, in particular, was so desperate, small urging whimpers escaping his contradicting size every so often.
Noah understood their impatience, but before he started the process, which would most likely take till the end of the night to finish, he needed to review his newly acquired skills. Just being able to use the skills weren't enough for him, he needed to completely understand it; he needed to fully comprehend all of his skills so he could better make use of them in the future.
