Chapter 43: Noah vs Elijah (3)
Chapter 43: Noah vs Elijah (3)
Noah began to burn.
"Argh, damn it," he hissed, staggering back as flames erupted across his body like a curse. Flesh cracked. His veins glowed red-hot. Pain seared into him so viciously it nearly broke his focus—but he held on.
He reacted fast.
A blinding surge of ice exploded outward. A deep, ancient cold—not just frost, but something near-arctic in its primal purity. The stadium howled with the sound of sudden winter. Fire met frost, and the world screamed. Everything vanished in the rising fog of steam.
Elijah’s third aura.
Aura of the Phoenix.
His flames weren’t just fire—they were rebirth. Immolation and healing wrapped in divine heat. A power that burned him to ashes and rebuilt him stronger every time. His blood boiled with life.
He rose from the steam like a deity. No scars. No wounds. His body, reborn. Golden flames crowned him like a halo. His eyes were radiant. Too radiant.
The crowd gasped again—hundreds on their feet, breathless.
Three auras?