Amon's entire body tensed the instant the snap echoed through the air.
His eyes darted left, then right, then behind him. His extra eye on his forehead spun wildly in its socket, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever attack was about to descend upon him.
But…
Nothing came.
No blade dropped from the sky. No illusion twisted the world around him. No hidden formation exploded beneath his feet.
Seconds passed, and still, nothing happened.
Amon's many arms remained raised in defense, his monstrous body coiled like a spring ready to snap in any direction the moment danger appeared.
Even when heard the wind rustling, he would snap in that direction.
But the danger never came.
Noah watched him with an amused expression. It seemed like he had given him the energy general quite a trauma the last time they had fought each other.
"Relax," he said, his tone almost lazy. "I was just messing with you. I didn't use any illusions this time. Not on you, anyway."
