"He?"
A menacing light appeared in Anark's eyes as he processed the way Noah had referred to the King of the Tenth Empyrean World.
"It seems you possess knowledge about the nature of my future opponent."
Noah simply smiled, his expression calm and unreadable, revealing nothing of what lay beneath.
"I know some things," he replied casually, "but I won't tell you. I might not be on his side, but I don't intend to over-antagonize him either."
For a brief moment, his smile faded. In its place, a solemn intensity emerged. His eyes ignited with a golden radiance so brilliant it was almost blinding as he fixed his gaze on Anark.
"I can tell you this much," Noah continued, his voice lowering. "You have a chance of defeating him—if you manage to isolate the battlefield. But make even a single mistake…"
A pause followed, heavy with meaning.
"…and you will die. That much, I can guarantee."
