A greatsword ice sword tore through the night sky with a sharp, whistling sound.
Standing atop its broad blade was a young man whose snow-white hair fluttered wildly in the wind. He continued ascending, higher and higher, reaching altitudes he had never dared to explore with this ability before.
A set of lightweight armor covered his body, consisting of a chest plate, shoulder guards, and protective pieces around his elbows and knees. It offered some protection without restricting his movements.
His glacier-blue eyes remained fixed on the enormous tree in the distance.
The World Tree. Even from here, the sight was horrifying.
Several elven mages were hovering near the burning branches, desperately attempting to extinguish the flames with their magic. Water spells, wind magic, and other abilities struck the blazing tree, yet the fire showed no signs of weakening.
Noah hovered roughly half a kilometer away, observing the situation from a safe distance.
