The transformation was taking even longer to finish than Arachne's had. During the time waiting, no one had taken their eyes off the swirling vortex of mana.
Standing by Noah's side, Fenrir and Arachne had both gathered in front of him, their hostile figures both staring vigilantly towards the energy. Noah wasn't able to make them stand down, he knew that it wasn't necessarily Eve herself that the two viewed with such aggressive intensity, it was the energy itself. It wasn't just mana; the energy gave the impression of a presence that was clearly felt but not there.
Noah felt the same, in fact, he was the only one that was able to see a silhouette of that very presence within the vortex. His eyes never left the figure, scrutinizing what its identity was.