With the fight over and his changes fully settled, Noah had already undid his fusion with Arachne.
He was now preparing to choose a soul for Eve, and out of all the humans available, he was left standing by a timid Fenrir.
In Noah's hand was a core covered in saliva. The owner of that core wasn't hard to imagine.
It belonged to the old man.
Out of all of them, this was the one he had nearly ruled out of using without hesitation, because if not for the priest's ability to summon the archon, then the old man would have been the strongest among them by a clear margin.
There was no doubt about that in Noah's mind, since his control, execution, and overall presence in battle were something the others simply did not match.
That alone made his soul far too valuable to use so lightly, because Noah would have preferred to keep it and use it for something greater.
