fynovel Chapter 153: For survival
Chapter 153: For survival
Noah didn’t pay him any attention though, completely ignoring the creature’s frantic demands as he maintained his frozen, commanding stance in the center of the room.
He didn’t look back at the supervisor, nor did he drop his arms from beneath the folds of his traveling cloak to prepare an immediate physical strike against the pale-skinned entity.
Instead, he remained entirely focused, turning to the ceiling, where there was now a massive hole blasted open by the lightning.
The hole looked quite weird though.
Instead of just a hole showing the other side—a clean, straightforward structural rupture that would reveal the dark timber floorboards, the storage crates, or the open night sky of the multi-storey warehouses of Ter Street directly above them—the gap presented a completely unnatural physical anomaly.
There was a weird thick, white covering over the hole, with yellow sparks dancing violently around it.
The substance resembled a dense, semi-solid membrane, looking almost like a viscous, milky film stretching across a ruptured wound in reality itself.
The yellow sparks weren’t natural electrical currents; they were the volatile, high-frequency friction of the system’s raw magical output actively tearing at the edges of the barrier, sizzling with a fierce, destructive intensity that warped the immediate air.
Noah’s golden-tinted Mana’s Vision focused entirely on the center of this weird spatial membrane.
Another hole was on the strange white covering, but it was rapidly closing up.
It was the exact breach through which the lightning had carried Yuan and Varis just a second prior.
The edges of this smaller puncture were twisting and undulating like living flesh, the thick white substance pulling inward from the periphery with an astonishing, fluid velocity as the ambient laws of the chamber desperately worked to seal the structural leak.
The golden sparks hissed wildly as the gap shrank from the size of a wagon wheel down to a mere pinprick, completely erasing the view of the external world before Noah could fully catalog the spatial coordinates of the upper sector.
The realization that his immediate escape route had been surgically mended didn’t cause Noah to flinch.
He turned back to the demon, his physical posture remaining completely upright and unyielding as he shifted his head back down toward the center of the bone-strewn floor tiles.
His arms remained folded loosely beneath his traveling cloak, his flat, emotionless demeanor perfectly maintaining the terrifying, omnipotent illusion of the master magus.
"Where is this place exactly...?" Noah asked, his voice dropping into that cold, empty, and utterly authoritative baritone that brooked no delay.
The words cut through the putrid, copper-scented air of the vault with a sharp, clinical precision that demanded an immediate breakdown of the operational parameters.
The demon gnashed his teeth, a loud, grating sound like grinding granite echoing from his pale jaw as his three jagged horns trembled with a sudden spike of volatile internal heat.
His dull white, pupilless eyes flared with a desperate, defensive fury as he stared at the motionless, masked figure before him.
’First he’s able to destroy the shadow with just his mana... and now he easily broke through the pocket dimension?!’ he thought.
The impossibility of the arch magus’s actions was tearing through his centuries of knowledge, forcing him to realize that the entity standing in his slaughterhouse was a living anomaly that defied the established laws of the global network.
The structural reality of their coordinates should have made Noah’s elemental intervention completely useless.
A spell like lightning strike shouldn’t have worked, since they weren’t exactly in the world in the first place.
Under normal circumstances, invoking a sky-attribute or atmospheric spell required a direct, unbroken line of sight to the natural weather currents of the planet, drawing upon the moisture, the pressure gradients, and the ambient mana signature of the local geography.
Summoning such a spell of that magnitude should have resulted in the spell detonating prematurely within the upper floors, collapsing the warehouse onto their own heads.
This was because this was an entirely different dimension, a pocket dimension, hidden from the rest of the world.
The organization had utilized a supreme, conceptual-tier spatial artifact to sever this laboratory completely from the physical geography of Vale city.
Ter Street was nothing more than a superficial mask, a geographic skin; the true facility existed in an isolated, pocketed fold of reality that floated outside the traditional mapping grids of the kingdom.
It had no physical roof, no true foundations, and no direct alignment with the sky.
It was a closed, hermetically sealed bubble designed explicitly to remain completely invisible to the tracking arrays of the global alliance.
Yet, Noah was able to easily tear through the pocket dimension with his spell, even carrying Yuan and Varis out of it.
He hadn’t just bypassed the boundary; he had broken its physics entirely.
Such a thing was shocking to him, as he hadn’t even expected the spell to somehow locate this place.
He knew that if he allowed this masked monster to linger any longer or execute another high-density strike, the entire subterranean network would be permanently erased from the province.
Suddenly, the tall, pale-skinned demon moved with a sudden, explosive speed that completely shattered the quiet of the vault, his bare ankles kicking up a cloud of splintered bones and dried blood as he closed the distance between them in less than a heartbeat.
His long cloak of living shadow flared wildly behind his shoulders, fraying into thick plumes of pitch-black smoke that hissed against the remaining fragments of Noah’s light.
He extended his long, slender right arm, the dull black scales along his knuckles shifting with a metallic rattle as his five razor-sharp claws caught the golden illumination of the room, slicing through the empty air with a vicious, horizontal arc aimed directly at the throat of the matte-black cat mask.
He was no longer trying to negotiate or capture an asset; he was fighting for his very survival, unleashing the full, uninhibited weight of his demonic hody in a single, terminal strike.