The Demon King rose slowly, fragments of frost falling from his form. His grin never faltered, though his calm eyes betrayed the chill that still gripped his blood, the frozen ache within his bones. Yet he ignored it, as though such discomfort was beneath acknowledgment.
His black gaze snapped toward his opponents.
Lucian deactivated the Null Field, the suffocating stillness dissipating at once. Without hesitation, Aaaninja lifted his palm, his smile sharpened with quiet confidence.
Chrono Energy Blast
Time itself gathered at his thoughts, surging into a dense wave of radiant energy that swirled across his hand, each particle carrying the authority of ages. With no pause, he unleashed it, a roaring torrent of temporal force that tore through the battlefield toward the Demon King.
