The windstorm dispersed when Noah destroyed his grandfather's upper body. The saber-shaped runes fell apart and released their energy in the environment as he relaxed.
Silence filled the area inside the scarred defensive walls, and Noah found himself alone in the middle of the wrecked mansion. His consciousness couldn't sense any trace of life, and his eyes could only see the ruins of what had once been his home.
Noah didn't feel anything at that sight.
He felt empty as he landed on the ground and tried to sprint toward the remains of Thomas' corpse.
Yet, he puked blood as soon as he took the first step.
'I'm injured.' Noah thought before straightening his position to keep advancing toward his grandfather.
His last exchanges with Thomas had been inside the windstorm, which had applied a threatening pressure on his body for its whole duration. Noah had endured that damage during the battle to press on with his offensive, but his wounded state became evident once he relaxed.