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.

Noah didn't exactly know how Isaac's fire worked. Still, he had only needed to learn that it grew stronger by killing enemies to become interested. That ability seemed perfect for him, but he had to overcome Isaac's defenses to obtain it.