270. TRICKS

Shock and excitement filled Noah's mind at the turn of events, but also pain. His palms had gotten charred, but in their grip were his daggers.

The black daggers buzzed and palpated with power, giving rise to the black and purple mist that always exited their structure.

'I actually pulled it off,' Noah praised himself while trying to keep the daggers in his grip. Both weapons felt heavy after absorbing the peak of the middle stage. It had started to become evident to Noah that his limit didn't go past that stage.

Having plunged the daggers into the bolt of lightning on a whim, Noah had placed all his bet on that instinctive action, and it had succeeded. However, his arms were barely holding up.