Time passed, from night to morning.
It wasn't until the morning that the battle between him and Vylyss finally ended.
At this moment, Noan looked at Vylyss with disbelief, then at that thing of his.
Could he still continue fighting? Meanwhile, Vylyss had completely lost the battle earlier, lying exhausted on his lap, her face filled with satisfaction.
What the hell was happening?
Had he truly become strong enough to defeat Vylyss? Though he still had the desire to keep going, luckily, his urges were no longer as intense as when they had first begun.
Noan took a deep breath and gazed at Vylyss with admiration, satisfaction, and enchantment.
She rubbed her face against his thigh, happily saying, "Master, you're so powerful. Since when have you become this strong?"
"I even feel so full that I can't take in anymore."
Vylyss spoke while looking at that thing, still brimming with energy, showing no signs of exhaustion, and she couldn't help but feel a bit reluctant.
