Back from Asgard to the London Sanctum, Noah immediately felt incredibly at ease.
He had never felt this way in the Warcraft universe. For one thing, the people of that universe did not trust outsiders.
Lothar, that superhero, was the clearest example. With the Orcs as a precedent, it would have been stranger if they had trusted them.
For another, Noah himself felt that place was dangerously excessive. A Naaru he did not even know had nearly driven him mad. That feeling had been awful.
Noah had never been someone who liked taking risks. Being careful and cautious was his greatest trait.
Back in this familiar altered Marvel Universe, he still felt pressure, but it no longer felt so alien.
Everything here also felt familiar to Noah. He had left all sorts of arrangements behind here. He did not like going somewhere unfamiliar and starting over from scratch; that was simply too difficult for him.
However, after returning, Noah did not take the time to properly reunite with his family and friends. After briefly giving a few instructions, he hurried into his room and entered the Mirror space.
Noah had never been an ascetic. Though his actions came somewhat close, he was still not one.
But Dormammu's reward had simply been too outrageous. Even someone like Noah had been forced into becoming this kind of person. He really wanted to spend some time with his girlfriend and the like.
Noah was no longer a mage still in his formative years. By a mage's standards, he had long since become a grand mage, and he was already past thirty—though he still looked barely over twenty. So he was not bound by such limitations.
"Just my luck. I thought I'd finally made it through, only to find out I was just getting