Chapter 127: The Being Behind the events
They obeyed.
Because it was no longer Noah speaking.
It was the concept of Soul itself—embodied, alive—that commanded them.
And how could mere souls disobey the will of their ruler?
They couldn't.
So they died.
A pitiful end, maybe even for some innocent souls among them. But Noah didn't have the time or luxury to sort through them one by one. No judgment. Just a decree.
And the moment that decree was spoken—
They vanished.
All of them.
"ARGHHHHH—!"
Belzebuth's scream shattered the silence. The air trembled; ice cracked and collapsed around him, echoing with agony.
Noah stood, unmoved. His eyes were like winter.
Zara appeared beside him. Her gaze sharp, her face tight with anger.
"Why did you do that?" she asked coldly. "Do you think I'm some weak girl who needs protection?"
Noah gave her a sheepish smile. "No, my dear hybrid. But my power… it's not stable yet. I didn't want to risk hurting you by accident."
He paused.
