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Noah took light steps in an environment that spoke of extreme damage. Black smoke filled his surroundings, but he remained capable of seeing the areas before him.

His silver gaze remained on a figure laying half dead within a huge burning crater. The figure had its upper body intact. Noah had been brutal in his doings.

He had somehow fallen into the love of simply cutting people or beasts in half. His method was simple but gory. Still, he lacked any concern for his opponent's pain.

Arriving before the veiled lady, Noah flicked his daggers and slashes made completely out of blue-orange flames and purple mist flew out to slam into a certain huge figure approaching that position.

"A mere beast shouldn't be allowed into this battleground," His words were cold. The result of the attack had been the explosion of orange flames. The two slashes had been enough to set the huge tusked beast on fire.

Noah made the energy the beast burnt to converge towards his orange and purple daggers, allowing them to replenish their lost vibrancy.

"This is the end of your big words, human," He remarked even if he felt nothing. His opponent still had her veil on. He honestly wondered how it could remain after all he had put her through.

Still, blood stained it. Just like she lay in a pool of her crimson blood.

His gaze felt condescending. In truth, his instincts still saw her as inferior. Incredibly so. Speedlings were still capable of acting even if they had been severed in two like that.

Nevertheless, Noah had to applaud her for her prowess. She had managed to keep in a fight for ten whole minutes. But the results were as followed. He had nearly emptied his reserves. Spells cost a bit now that he had advanced.

It didn't bother him one bit though, merely a few minutes cultivating, and he would be back to his peak in that aspect.

She remained silent. Her life force remained strong enough to keep her alive, and Noah knew were he to leave her for a few days she would return to her peak.

"I'm willing to compromise my earlier words if you comply and answer all my questions," Noah announced willing to be diplomatic. He had a plan.

"You'll never get anything from me," She announced with as much hatred as her voice could drip. Noah remained unfazed, however.

"I'm capable of getting all I need from you without your consent. Even more, because you're this weak," He revealed, his valiant figure remaining untouched by the carnage all around him. Noah had remained clean. She had never been able to touch him after the first time he allowed her to.

He had always been quicker.

"That's impossible." The lady snorted trying to raise her hands.

Noah saw this, bent before her, and stabbed both her arms into the ground. A blood-curling scream unfolded in the area at that point. Due to her base strength within the middle stage, the smoke in the area immediately cleared. Even many kilometers from their figure.

The ground shattered and deep cracks unfolded in its structure. Her mere scream would be enough to eradicate towns.

Noah had remained unfazed, however. His eyes remained cold and emotionless as ever. His body remained spectacular enough to withstand that power. She would need to be at the peak of the middle stage to properly hurt him with ease. And even at that, it'll only be mere scratches.

The Eye of the death lord's skill transcended the realms of normality. Its ability put all things into consideration. The person's skill, assets, and experience. It was as though it read the person's mind and came to a conclusion comparing it to the user's power.

No wonder it cost so much to utilize. The battle had been just as easy as he expected. Thanks to the skill of course.

"You'll be dead in a few minutes with that inside you," Noah started feeling her hatred seeping past her veil.

"Let's get that out of the way," he announced stretching his hand forward. He would be unable to do that, however.

Noah furrowed his brows when he saw his right wrist fall off his arm when he got merely centimeters to the veil.

He had made Muillix return into his soul, so whatever that had been, had full access to his skin.

The event remained spectacular nonetheless. Pain reached his mind as his wrist lay inside the pool of red blood. His silver blood mixed with it and Noah watched everything turn silver. Even in that state, his body, or in that case; blood, expressed its superiority.

The lady burst into hysterical laughter at that event.

"You shall not unveil the servants of the immortals," her tone revealed desperate mockery. She had lost the fight and knew she would die. Everything he didn't do right was a chance to mock him.

Noah ignored her other words and picked up his wrist. Placing it on the bleeding stump he watched his healing capabilities kick in and he could flex that limb again.

That event shut the lady up.

"So you're a servant of the immortals? More than one… I see," He started again and saw that she shivered.

"They must be powerful to set up something that could cut through me that easily," he admitted focusing on the veil. A few moments had to pass before his eyes uncovered the said thing.

"Intricate. And beyond my level," Noah admitted again. 'I should be capable of messing with it, however,' he thought to himself. The expansive memories Ersha had gained in her long life involved many things, one of them being the utilization and creation of inscriptions. Rules and so on.

"They are definitely beyond you. They are the strongest beings on Cregar after all," the lady spilled more information. Noah soon began to wonder if she was that dumb, or if those revelations were not secrets.

"Why aren't they here for you then?" He asked already focusing on the small project at hand. Most of his mind's capabilities were on it.

She fell silent at that point. Her instincts informed her that he was up to something, but the pain she felt and her slowly vanishing life force made a grim mood befall her. She knew her fate was set in stone.

Even her masters wouldn't help as she had acted on her own accord when she had been ordered to leave the scene immediately. She hadn't expected a newly advanced to be that strong. She regretted her actions greatly now.

And even her attempts to hurt him failed miserably. He felt emotionally dead. Salt to her already great wound.