The Time Wraith froze mid-step as Asher tried to lead her away from others, her radiant white eyes narrowing until they seemed like twin blades of light stabbing straight into Asher's soul. The halo of hovering mana orbs stilled around her, their lethal glow pulsing like the slow, steady heartbeat of an executioner biding their time.
Sickly strands of her white hair floated as if the air itself feared to touch them. Bone-like spines jutted from her skull, each catching the pale gleam of her conjured light.
"You still think this struggle matters?" she asked, and the sound wasn't just words—it was a layered chorus of voices that carried the weight of uncountable lifetimes. Some were whispers, some were cries, and some were so hollow they felt like the air inside a tomb. "I have seen you fall more times than the stars have set. Every swing of your blade, every eruption of your rage… they're nothing but echoes I've already heard."
