908 908. Polite

The black smoke of the Demonic Form mixed with the dark star, and the gravitational pull trapped it in one of the external layers. Noah's spell couldn't hurt the darkness since it was his energy. It was an extension of himself.

Still, Noah wasn't aiming to destroy the massive accumulation of "Breath". His focus was on the core of the star.

All that darkness would be useless if it lost its traction force. It would just disperse in the environment, and the inscriptions on the walls of the underground room would prevent it from damaging the structure.

Noah transformed into a fiendish figure donned in a scaled armor before performing the second form of his martial art, targeting the small mass of higher energy in front of him. A fissure appeared right in the middle of the dark star, but, to Noah's surprise, something had survived his offensive.