As Noctis landed, there was a silence that was hard to describe. No one knew why, but it just felt right to fall silent at his arrival.
The Eldorians had felt this. The Vortharions had felt this. Even their god, Nex, had felt this.
And that simple feeling made a deep frown appear on Nex's face. It was odd.
They had puppies on their world, clueless creatures with boundless cuteness, whose entire purpose was to have fun and play.
Eventually, they grew up to become fiercely loyal companions, and many, especially those capable of using mana, were considered fierce and powerful beings in adulthood.
But this one didn't look grown up at all.
He was tiny, no larger than any regular puppy. White, furry, with big eyes currently glowing gold. Cuteness overload.
However, Nex ignored the baffling question of what the hell a puppy was doing here and instead focused on an even more perplexing thing.
The puppy looked like it could be squashed beneath his feet. And yet… his aura…
