Noah didn't pay him any attention though, completely ignoring the creature's frantic demands as he maintained his frozen, commanding stance in the center of the room.
He didn't look back at the supervisor, nor did he drop his arms from beneath the folds of his traveling cloak to prepare an immediate physical strike against the pale-skinned entity.
Instead, he remained entirely focused, turning to the ceiling, where there was now a massive hole blasted open by the lightning.
The hole looked quite weird though.
Instead of just a hole showing the other side—a clean, straightforward structural rupture that would reveal the dark timber floorboards, the storage crates, or the open night sky of the multi-storey warehouses of Ter Street directly above them—the gap presented a completely unnatural physical anomaly.
There was a weird thick, white covering over the hole, with yellow sparks dancing violently around it.
