The raw mana pressure leaking from Noah's form still technically felt like that of an arch magus on a purely structural level.
It hadn't exploded in quantity, nor did it carry the distinct hallmarks of a higher realm of ascension.
Yet, something hidden deep within the core of that energy was completely different, making the aura highly unusual and bizarrely heavy.
It was as if the quality of the mana itself had been refined into something infinitely more dense and sinister.
As Yaroth desperately tried to analyze the suffocating pressure pressing down on his gray skin, a sudden, horrifying comparison flashed across his mind.
'This human is just like… the demon lord!' he thought.
The exact same overwhelming sense of absolute majesty, the same crushing authority that demanded total submission, was radiating from the white-masked man standing casually outside the cage.
