Noah's brows furrowed deeply behind the unmoving surface of his white demon mask.
His mana pool had expanded into a vast, swirling sea of seven thousand units, and his physical attributes had surged into the thirties, placing him in a realm of power that he previously could only imagine. Even though he had successfully forced Lunge to the brink of submission, he couldn't shake the sudden chill that settled in his chest.
'That could have been dangerous…' he thought, his mind replaying the split second where their two auras had first collided.
The sheer density of Lunge's earth-attuned mana was like a crashing landslide. the crushing weight of a master who had spent centuries refining his connection to the world.
'Fortunately, I've also broken through to the Arch Magus rank,' Noah mumbled inwardly, a sense of grim relief washing over him.
