The waiting room was filled with several other people, which made the air a mixture of different fragrances, transitioning from soft and tender to thick and choking, but there was nothing anyone could do about it.
The place was an array of cushion chairs with different people sitting.
The portal officials would intermittently come around and call names.
Northern, the moment he entered the lobby, had gained a total count of how many people were sitting in the room.
He had managed to be able to suppress his Void Aura to the point where the chill just existed when one sat close to him; the pressure around him had also dropped, although slightly.
A mundane human might notice nothing, but a drifter who is quite perceptive would know immediately.
Which Northern didn't like; hopefully, with more practice, he'd be able to suppress it really hard or turn it into something else that is not a mood of intense power and depression around him.
