1242 1242. Throat

Noah launched the fiendish copies toward the army of wolves and gathered dark matter inside his blade to deal with the tornado.

He had initially thought that God's Left Hand's spell matched her individuality, but the dense gales that made it didn't carry her destructiveness.

The tornado rotated slowly, and it acted as a massive club rather than as a calamity. It had an orderly structure while God's Left Hand typically used violent winds.

The fiendish copies fought against the army of wolves before exploding into a dense wave of corrosive smoke. Some of those creatures survived that offensive, but the dark matter that fell on them afterward finished destroying them.

Noah slashed at the tornado. His massive blade cut that rotating figure in half and dispersed its winds through the dark world. It filled the empty spot that the Matriarchs had created with their abilities, but that was useless now.