The snowy valley, once filled with murmurs and low chatter as crowds gathered from all directions, had fallen into a heavy, breathless silence.
All eyes stared toward a single point.
There, standing among the dismembered corpses of no less than ten, was a boy — his breath uneven, shoulders rising and falling, and yet, his head held high.
Noel stood in the center of the blood-soaked snow, crimson staining the white earth beneath his feet.
It hadn't been long since he emerged from the Trial Dimension — barely a few minutes — but already, more than ten people had tried to stand in his way.
And he had cut them all down.
His gaze swept across the silent crowd, unflinching and wild.
And then, with a sharp breath, he suddenly threw back his head and roared—
"WHO ELSE?!"
His voice didn't just echo between the towering peaks.
It struck the hearts of those watching — with fear, with rage, with dread… and for some, awe.
Serah stood quietly amid the watching crowd.
