1763. Core

'Supreme Thief's technique was working,' Noah thought while deploying his defenses again, 'But I need to damage him a bit before using it again. I've already wasted Shandal's law for today. I can't risk exposing more of my intentions.'

The surface had transformed into a raging blue hell. Fiery pillars and tongues escaped from the array of flames flickered among the incessant noise of the battlefield. The faces on their structure added a gruesome touch to the scene, but Noah couldn't stop smiling.

It was rare for Noah to find a suitable ability. He wasn't like Supreme Thief, who stole everything that stirred his interest. Noah was a perfectionist when it came to his battle prowess, and he accepted only techniques that could make him stronger.