Noah stared at the terrifying scene of obsidian-crimson flames of Hunger bathing this entire region of the Transcendent Quantum Folds, painting existence in colors of annihilation rather than simple destruction.
His perception drank in the devastation all around...not just the immediate conflict, but the cascading consequences spreading outward.
In the distance, the Justiciar that had been conducting its systematic massacre had stopped.
Its hazy white form stood motionless, its featureless face turned toward their direction with what could only be interpreted as stupor...as if witnessing something that it absolutely did not expect.
Plans are falling apart.
The thought crossed Noah's mind.
They had intended to follow this Justiciar after its false genocide concluded, track it back to whatever base of operations these entities emerged from, gather critical information.
But now...
