Northern's desire for battle went unfulfilled. It was frustrating to him that just when he needed it the most, the battles ceased.
Night after night, he would gaze at his profile, unchanged and devoid of any new information.
The [Formless] Attribute he had acquired seemed nothing more than a mere decoration. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't uncover any additional details about it.
To pass the time, Northern would take leisurely strolls around the area.
Judging by the respect the monsters showed him, he could surmise two things: either they feared him because of his battle alongside Night Terror, or he had achieved a higher rank after returning from war.
However, Northern was certain it was the latter.
There was an overwhelming aura of fear surrounding Night Terror. Anyone who came into contact with the terror would feel it.
