616. NATION OF SAINTS

Somewhere above a vegetation-filled region, two figures streaked across the skies, their passage remaining mostly silent due to the speed they traveled at. The best their passage caused was a zipping sound.

Elder Velsvon swept his gaze on the world around him. He did not find that sight any more interesting than it was, he had seen similar things many-many times.

His eyes remained blank and he caught sight of a few battles unfolding on the ground below.

Two tier-4 beasts fought to gain dominance. He wasn't bothered though. After all, he had left that area seconds after.

He remained one of the two streaks traversing the skies. His figure released a simple green streak by reason of his similarly colored attire.

But the person beside him unfolded as a silver streak. But more than that, the line was a trail of silver sparks generated by his movement. 

This person was none other than Noah.