His magic was still working to construct the seal but it was no longer work for him. It was just a part of him, his breath and his heartbeat. He was commanding his magic unconsciously while his body indulged in pleasure.
And then it was all ripped away the very next moment.
It was like a gush of cold air going through his person and making him shiver, that was the sensation Noah felt as he disconnected with the magic in his surroundings. It had been sudden, a cold rush of feelings that had left him wanting more and more.
His hand was stretched out, still trying to gather what was left of his sanity after that encounter but his magic refused to gather at his command. Noah had been left behind by his magic and he was still reeling from the after-effects of the shock.