"BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!"
A massive eruption of white flames exploded outward, flooding the entire area and bursting in every direction. Its power was something that would make Alpha-Omega Overgod tremble in horror.
Yet the land did not shatter.
The trees did not break.
The sky did not tremble.
Everything touched by the white flames simply froze.
The motion of matter itself was forced into absolute stillness. Particles halted. Energy ceased. Even the wind stopped flowing, locked in a silent, frozen moment.
Only one figure continued to move.
The Royal Blutliline spy crashed violently into the ground, carving a long trench across the earth. A trail of blood marked his path, pouring from a deep wound that stretched from his shoulder down to his waist.
Despite the severity of the injury, the man regained control of his body almost immediately. He forced himself upright and adopted a battle stance, his gaze locking onto the figure standing in the distance.
There he was.
