CHAPTER 684
Back at the Cromwell's residence, arrows now streaked toward Noir, dozens upon dozens of them, accompanied by earth and fire projectiles screaming relentlessly toward the familiar, who remained remarkably calm despite the chaos.
Shockingly, Noir did not flinch or move away. He simply stood in place, eyes fixed on the incoming onslaught, unbothered. Normally, he would have blitzed to safety in an instant, leaving the battlefield behind, but this time he remained perfectly still until…
Crash, Crash! Boom!
The projectiles collided with him violently, exploding outward with tremendous force, yet something extraordinary happened.
The attacks passed through the familiar as if he were nonexistent, the arrows and rocks smashing into the ground beneath him, kicking up dust that barely obscured vision.
