Baka didn't savor the kill; he merely crushed the brain within his hands until all the juices were wrung out.
His head snapped towards another direction. His rage was still unquenched; the other source of his anger had yet to feel his rage.
But someone else was already fighting it.
A woman…
She moved around the troll without it being able to do anything, her wings flicking open and closed behind her. Her armor resembled gothic plating but was forged from miasma, with areas that contained the same dragonic-like scales that Noah now exuded.
Her skin was extremely pale and partially hollowed, as if she stood halfway between life and death. When she turned her head, for an instant, one could see behind her bright, toxic red eyes, with a glint of gold.
Baka's mind was still filled with unbridled rage; he didn't recognize the identity of its helper.
Eve.
If not by her aura, then it should've been more noticeable by the silent skeletal guardian fighting alongside her.
