The battlefield was a ruin of chaos and death.
Beelzebub's undead husk had crumbled, his bloated, rotting corpse burned to ash. The Lord of the Flies was gone.
But Kali, the Demoness of Silence, remained.
No allies, no distractions, no mercy; just her and her daggers.
Her form was wreathed in shadows, her daggers pulsing with death magic so pure it twisted reality itself. The necrotic aura around her deepened, warping the air, turning the battlefield into a void of pure despair.
Yet in the center of that despair…, Noah stood.
He was calm.
The flow state had settled into him completely, and the world around him had slowed to an intricate puzzle of motion, light, and death.
To others, it was just a game, but to Noah at this moment, it was a life and death battle.
At this moment, every attack, every dodge, every spell, all the intricacies behind them, he saw everything.
And then he smiled.