Danmachi: The Focalors Familia — Chapter 105

Chapter 105: Level 3 Noah

Facing the encroaching monster tide, Robin took a single, deliberate step forward.

Her silver-purple hair fluttered gently in the scorching, ash-choked airflow. Those emerald eyes, which usually carried a hint of calm amusement, now clearly reflected the violent ocean of flames and scarlet in the distance. Yet, there was not a single trace of fear in her gaze.

On the hem of her grey, white, and purple dress, the pearl and star accessories used as embellishments began to glow silently. They were not reflecting the surrounding firelight, but lighting up from within, blooming into a fine and brilliant galaxy of Arcanum.

She slowly closed her eyes, shutting out all the deafening noise and crushing pressure from the outside world.

“Listen, this star movement that weaves destiny—”

Her voice was ethereal and distant, carrying a weight as if it did not belong to this mortal plane.

“Using melody as a staircase to cross the barrier of mortality—”

An incredibly complex magic circle, sparkling with pure starlight, suddenly unfolded centered on her feet. Countless rays of light, like living streams of energy, surged out from the complex geometric patterns, gently wrapping around Noah’s body and Tifa’s limbs.

In the Void Realm, a song sounded.

The timbre of the singing was identical to Robin’s, yet it seemed to come from all directions, echoing from the heavens and the earth, vibrating from the depths of every person’s Soul.

That was the song of Harmony, the song of the Family, the song of those willing to give absolutely everything for each other and face destiny together.

“At this moment, please join me in ascending to the firmament—”

Robin opened her eyes abruptly.

Those emerald irises were stunningly bright, burning like two ignited jewels, blazing like two stars that had accidentally fallen into the mortal world.

Beads of fine sweat seeped from her smooth forehead and slid down her cheeks. Using Ascension Magic on two people simultaneously placed a burden on her Mind far heavier than she had initially calculated.

But she did not pause for a single second.

“Stellar Fugue!”

A long chant, a full incantation.

Accompanied by her clear and firm declaration, the starlight wrapped around Noah and Tifa exploded into a blinding nova.

In that instant, Noah felt as if he had been thrown directly into a roaring furnace of power.

A torrent of energy, vast beyond imagination, washed over his limbs and bones. It was not his own inherent strength, but a deep gift from Robin—a massive buff that temporarily shattered the limits of an Adventurer’s Rank.

His Strength, Endurance, Dexterity, Agility, and Magic—all of his basic abilities violently climbed to a height equivalent to Level 3.

Tifa felt it too.

She subconsciously clenched her fists, her leather gloves creaking under the strain. That surging power flowed within her veins, making her exhale a breath of scorching air.

Every muscle, every sinew was filled with unmatched explosive force.

Facing this monster tide with Level 1 strength, she might only have been able to barely hold the line, but now, she truly possessed the absolute confidence to win.

The moment the magic was completed, Robin’s figure swayed slightly. She was almost unable to stand steady, her knees buckling before she was promptly supported by Hyacine, who had been vigilantly guarding her side.

“Are you okay, Robin?”

Hyacine asked, her voice tight with concern.

Robin nodded gently. A flash of deep fatigue appeared in her emerald eyes, but the smile on her lips remained calm and confident. “Drunken Overture is already taking effect, don’t worry about me.”

A warm current was slowly rising in her mental world, rapidly replenishing the massive consumption of Mind she had just expended.

She looked up at Noah and Tifa, watching those two figures still wrapped in the lingering starlight, looking like Heavenly Gods descending to the mortal realm.

“Go,” she said softly, her voice weak but carrying an iron will. “Bring us victory.”

Noah gripped the hilt of his sword.

He didn’t even look back, simply responding to his companion’s unwavering trust with immediate action.

Flames erupted from his very being, turning into a towering pillar of fire that connected heaven and earth.

“With this wheel of flames, I command—”

The scorching airflow swept crazily in all directions. Countless pieces of gravel were blown away, and the floor of the cave was violently plowed with deep, charred marks.

Those monsters charging while howling, faced with this overwhelming display of power, let out terrified roars. Their chaotic formation stalled instantly, gripped by primal fear.

The flames receded in the next instant, clinging tightly to his body like a layer of constantly jumping, shimmering flame cloak.

He drew the fire spirit sword from his waist, and the blade immediately ignited with scorching red flames. The ultra-high temperature, enough to effortlessly cut through steel, made the surrounding air emit a distorted, whining groan.

One word, like the final verdict.

Noah moved.

His speed was so terrifyingly fast that only a crimson afterimage remained on everyone’s retinas.

Every step he took left deep, molten footprints on the hard rock, and every stride closed the distance to the enemy at an incredible, physics-defying speed.

One of the Hilichurls charging at the very front didn’t even manage to see his movements clearly before a dazzling arc of flame flashed across its neck.

No blood sprayed.

The severed head was instantly vaporized by the sheer heat the moment it flew up, and the headless body exploded in the next second, turning into a handful of drifting ash.

The second, the third, the fourth—

Noah’s figure was like red lightning, instantly cutting into the monster group and setting off a one-sided, extremely tragic storm of fire.

Wherever his blazing sword edge passed, Hilichurls fell in swathes like scythed wheat. Pyro Slimes burst one after another, completely unable to withstand the high temperature the moment he approached. Their orange-red fluid splashed everywhere, but it couldn’t even touch the layer of jumping flame cloak on him before being completely vaporized into steam.

He was a walking calamity.

But after all, he was only one person.

Although the flame storm was fierce, facing the endless tide of enemies, he could only carve a bloody path through the center.

Fifty Hilichurls, twenty Pyro Slimes, and ten Samachurls constantly releasing cursed flames from the backlines.

Even if he could kill ten with a single swing, the rest would be enough to submerge the ley line monolith in the back within a few short breaths.

“Shine.”

With a soft, focused shout, another figure cut into the chaotic battlefield with a completely different, yet equally lethal, stance.

Tifa’s fists were wrapped in pure, non-elemental magic light, striking like two falling meteors.

She didn’t have the terrifying, wide-scale lethality of Noah, but every single one of her strikes was precise, fatal, and full of the raw aesthetics of violence.

A straight punch cleanly shattered a Hilichurl’s bone mask and skull in one fluid motion. A swift spinning kick precisely targeted and exploded the core magic stone inside a Pyro Slime, causing it to extinguish in a pathetic wail. A smooth turning elbow strike slammed directly into the face of a Samachurl that had just raised its wooden staff to chant. The muffled, sickening crunch of bone breaking was clearly audible over the roar of the flames.

Her movements were like a silent, brutal battle poem. Under the skill bonus of Battle Rhythm, every attack and every dodge constantly stacked her speed and power. Her figure grew faster and faster, her punches and kicks landing heavier and heavier.

But, against the sheer volume of the horde, it still wasn’t enough.