"You think time matters to me? Destruction doesn't follow time."
He clenched his fist, and the frozen fragments of time began to collapse.
Each second that she had frozen shattered, releasing violent shockwaves that tore through her world.
Amelia was thrown backward, coughing blood.
Laplace stepped forward, his body glowing with black energy.
"Your tricks end here."
He raised his hand, and a beam of destruction split through the ocean.
Every wave, every reflection, every trace of light was consumed in it.
Amelia tried to counter with another technique—creating a spiral of endless water to absorb it—but his destruction tore through it like paper.
Her world began to fall apart.
And then, something crashed through the sky.
A giant shadow broke through the Blood Sea above and fell straight into the sea below.
The impact was so strong that Amelia's World cracked apart.
When the mist cleared, a massive dragon's body lay half-submerged in the sea.
Laplace's eyes widened.
