บท 833: How Noble

In an unrecognizable training chamber, a Myrtharian stood alone in the midst of the chaos. The temperature inside the room had exceeded one million degrees and the radiation was such that anything exposed to it for more than a second would become radioactive for thousands of years, tainting anything that came near it.

Lightning bolts larger than a man's thigh constantly bombarded the solitary figure standing in the center of this hot hell, while the man himself had become the heart of a cyclone of Adamantium and other magical metals that had long since turned to plasma due to the apocalyptic weather conditions.

But what was even stranger than the fact that Jake stood indifferently inside this hellish world was that there was no light, no sound. For experimental purposes, Jake himself had sealed off all his senses with various Aether Spells except for pain.