Noel's heartbeat pounded like war drums inside his ears.
The abomination loomed ahead—massive, twitching, barely stable. Flesh twisted into spirals, dozens of limbs writhing, mouths that should not exist whispering things they shouldn't remember.
But Arya was gone from sight.
So was Noir.
Noel's eyes scanned through the flickering light, but he couldn't see her.
'She can't see me either…'
He exhaled slowly.
One thought burned in his mind now—kill Arya. End her. The barrier would drop. Reinforcements would flood in. He could survive this.
But the creature still stood in his way. Alive. Dangerous. And getting worse by the second.
Noel's grip tightened around Revenant Fang.
'If I take her out, the thing might go wild. I need to hit both.'
The moment he thought it, Revenant Fang pulsed.
Noel shifted his stance and raised his left hand toward the monster's chest. The air around his fingers began to darken—folding in on itself like a black sun collapsing.
His mana churned.
