The moment Leonel and Aranea opened their eyes, it already indicated the end of their first level Metanoia.
Leonel's blue eyes locked with Aranea's green eyes, Moler, exclaiming in joy as it snapped both of them from their focus on each other.
"Well done, Leonel, Aranea! The Metanoia went well smoothly, Leonel now has acquired something like Darenn!"
With the two of them slowly standing up from the floor and not saying a word, the other three familiars could already deduce that they need to process their Metanoia.
Turning his body to look at his fellow familiars, Darenn spoke, making Zann and Moler nod.
"Let's give them the space to process their Metanoia, too, yeah?"
The three of them went to the farthest part of the temple. When the two were assured that they are left alone inside, Leonel sighed, getting Aranea's attention.
"I'm sorry. My problem is petty and I—"