The enormous heat blasting from the jet thrusters instantly evaporated the standing water beneath Salomon's feet, while the powerful recoil slowed his acceleration. Once he shut off the thrusters, the water covering the plaza surged back in, submerging the Power Armor's foot plating. The fully waterproof Power Armor was unaffected, though the small amount of steam still blurred his and the Witch's vision. Salomon did not remove his helmet. The detection systems behind its crimson lenses continuously fed him information about Noahduen Town, plotting out a short route. White data runes scrolled endlessly across the display: the countdown until the Helicarrier's arrival, Explosive Rounds Gun ammunition, jet thruster fuel percentage, Catherine's messages, and more crowded the screen.
Salomon blinked and shut off the data.
Half of the exquisitely crafted white building in the center of the plaza stood in a pool. The circular stained-glass window embedded at the center of its spire bore vivid red-and-blue geometric patterns framed in gold and silver, brimming with the refined sensibilities of the Umbra Witches and Sage Clan. Perhaps it was this aesthetic inherited through their bloodline that gave Witches such an extraordinary obsession with gems and precious metals. Half of Bayonetta's collection consisted of jewelry of every sort.
"Thank you, little boy." The Witch jumped down from Salomon's arms and walked a few steps forward. With her hands on her hips, she surveyed the town and the snow-capped mountains in the distance. It was winter, but thanks to the area's unique geography, the town remained warm. The ceaseless meltwater from the mountains filled the area with vegetation, and the excess water had even formed a vast lake at the foot of the mountains. Though the town was remote, the goods the vendors had not yet managed to take away showed that the locals