He had watched enough. He understood the Akashic Civilizational Intent now, understood how rarity governed the contest of records, understood how THE Fourth Scale fought!
The education was complete. And the Blessing had been pouring Pure Primordial Essence into him the entire time he had stood and observed, a thousand times amplified, rivers of it flowing into THE Aura of THE Source Barbarian, his existence growing grander with every second he had spent letting the battle teach him.
He had spent that time well.
Now he would spend the power!
He floated upward, unhurried, holding Seo-yeon's small hand in his. She came with him without hesitation, her trust in him absolute after the pinky promise, looking up at the nine soulless Ragnars descending toward them with a child's fearlessness because she had decided Mister Noah would handle it.
His body began to burn.
