637 637. WEAK

Erolia felt the world slow down before her eyes as a mixture of terror and surprise took control of her consciousness.

The man's firm grip landed on her head and a flash of green light enveloped her. Erolia didn't need much to understand that what would follow was death.

Still, she felt her surroundings warp in a way she had grown familiar with; a soft white light wrapping around her figure in a cozy embrace.

Erolia landed inside the cultivation room with Noah close to her. Both their figures tumbled into its interior since Noah had rushed to take that action.

"Noah!" She rushed towards him. His condition remained ugly, but he would live. He was Noah.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Noah grunted even if he slipped into unconsciousness again, leaving Erolia trapped inside. Though she preferred that place to the outside world.