Time does not stop flowing because of sensory stagnation; it waits for no one.
The arm that once belonged to Rex had been completely enveloped by the black mire, its transformation from hard bone to loose flesh caused the lifted Lia to descend sharply in height. She curled her body up, eyes tightly shut, whispering to herself. The sole supporting palm on her back gradually softened, as the black flesh slowly submerged the last child.
As the realm of the deity barely touched the girl's clothing hem, rough Magic Power tore open the space in front of her, and a young man dressed in a robe appeared from behind a magic portal. He picked up the girl, and facing the engulfed village, he let out a low roar from a throat that seldom shouted loudly.
