'Kill the light!'
'Destroy the light!'
'Death to the light!'
Night sounded ecstatic as it flew through the corrosive smoke and unleashed its abilities on the formations' cores. Its anger toward everything that shone appeared boundless, but Noah could understand the reason behind such intense feelings.
The rank 7 Night-blade Pterodactyl had lived in the Immortal Lands for years without ever gazing at the sky. Heaven and Earth had put a massive limitation on its path toward the higher ranks.
Noah didn't know how old Night was, but he could understand that its life in the higher plane had been harsh. The creature probably blamed every form of light for its fall.
Night accelerated inside the corrosive smoke before slamming head-on on the cores. Its attacks resemble a brainless charge that relied only on its physical strength and speed, but Noah could sense something more profound.