A sense of calm unfolded in the sky at that juncture of events. Even if its state was far from such a reality.
The sphere of shining blue liquid churned with dangerous power. Noah could sense sharpness and a series of other attributes embedded within that manifestation.
"You will be unable to touch me now!" The saint declared, now furious, but confident.
Noah shook his head in disagreement allowing cold mist to gather in his left palm.
"Even that won't work," the saint countered allowing a brown sword to appear in his grip. His aura skyrocketed.
Raising his blade, he swung it a couple of times, nothing happened until those slashes reached the edge of the sphere. Then curved slashes coated in the liquid that formed the sphere shot toward the duo, even if they separated to arc toward the sphere.
