"Heh heh, you wretch, do you think you can act recklessly just because you're in the Material Realm?"
Hearing Noah's words, which were not at all like a joke, nor like a provocation, but rather an expression of his innermost thoughts, Heliers restored the indifferent and merciless demeanor befitting a Divine, his face burning with Sun God Fire.
"I've never thought so. However, I do feel I can act recklessly in your domain of faith, and you can't stop me!"
Noah gazed at this Divine incarnation before him. This wasn't simply a manifestation of will, but an embodiment relying on an apparently decrepit old body, his descendant, a being flowing with Divine Blood.
For mortals, such an almost invincible existence was nothing more than a mere swipe of the tail in front of Noah. Within no more than three rounds, he could crush it into a mixture of bone fragments and flesh.
