Time shattered.
As if a small piece of china had crashed on the ground. The world lurched as Asmodeus's Domain fully expanded, compressing a heartbeat into an eternity. Sound vanished. Motion slowed to crawling inevitability.
He crossed the distance in a single movement.
The dwarf holding Ma's wrist didn't even comprehend time passing or the strike. Asmodeus's hand closed around the forearm and twisted.
Without sound, the bone failed silently, but the sensation lingered as the dwarf's pupils slowly dilated, and his silent scream followed, releasing his grip with fingers spasming uselessly.
Asmodeus shifted his target.
His knee drove into the second dwarf's chest, folding him backwards against the table. Wood exploded inward, ale and splinters suspended midair as each rib caved under the impact.
The leader's movements came first, but inside this golden dream, he was much too slow.
