The Black Light. If she was its representative, Noah was deadly curious to see the rest. He held a hand out, low, trying to feel the black flames of her dress. He even closed his eyes, tilting his chin up as if turning to the sun.
Someone recognized him, appreciated his power. Something greater lurked and saw Noah and said he was good. And they had sent the Lady, for him. Prove his worth? He smiled broadly. "I will." Anything to gain control of that fiery ocean of raw power.
"I don't worry." He placed a hand over his heart, the smile unwavering. "I'll make you proud."