774. Intelligence

Noah flew through the sky, followed closely by his companions and sword. His hair didn't flutter in the wind like it used to but remained quite still as if it was some kind of heavy mane.

His focus was on the cracked and shattered ground under him, even if he had to use part of his attention controlling the "Breath" that was allowing him to fly.

Using the "Breath" in the environment felt different. He was moving something that didn't belong to him through his will. The sensation resembled that felt when he controlled magical beasts, but it came from something more profound than the pure fear of a more potent being.

As for the environment under him, it was nothing like the island that they had just left. There were dark craters everywhere, with sparse burning trees appearing now and then.

It was evident that the Tribulation had hit harder on the landmass, and it didn't seem to have minded the casualties when it tried to wipe out any being carrying the compound.