The tide of now enraged rats crashed against Noah like a living wave of claws and teeth.
He moved through them like he was a farmer, harvesting wheat.
He didn't care if they died or not. Afterall, none of them held any traces of his affinities. They couldn't give him spells.
A rat lunged for his neck and he ducked low, sweeping his leg out.
The creature flipped in midair, and before it landed, a bolt of darkness shot from Noah's hand.
Devour.
The rat's body collapsed into itself, devoured in seconds, leaving only motes of fading mana behind.
Two more came from behind.
His tail whipped out, impaling the first through its throat.
The second reached his shoulder, but Noah twisted and slammed it into the ground, driving his heel through its skull.
Cracks split across the stone floor as blood hissed under the mana in the air.
"Persistent vermin," he muttered.
He raised his hand. Frigid Hunger. A hundred layers.
