1547. War
Noah's flames had the same power as his body. They turned an entire chunk of the ground into ashes while sending its nutrients toward him. However, that wasn't enough to fix his shattered chest.
'I can't continue fighting like this,' Noah thought while storing the cursed sword and straightening his position.
Madame Canson felt confused. The previous technique was one of her strongest attacks, but Noah had managed to destroy it in one blow.
A series of deep cracks covered her giant body. The attack had hurt her even while she had hundreds of meters of crystals defending her. Noah had simply overwhelmed her.
Madame Canson glanced at Noah, and anger filled her mind. She joined her palms, and a straight wave of crystals rose from the ground. The attack moved toward Noah, and he closed his eyes to focus on the insides of his dark world.