Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six
While the divine drama brewed among the Primordial goddesses, the battlefield beyond their resting hill was silent—eerily so. Not because enemies weren't approaching, but because they couldn't.
Out across the plains, time itself had stopped.
The sky, which had once burned with the fire of enemy projectiles, hung frozen. Arrows and spells shimmered in midair. Monsters, mid-charge, were suspended like shattered glass in a still lake.
At the heart of the battlefield was Xar'Zenth, the Primordial Dragon of Space, Time, and Reality—a being so ancient that even the divine shuddered at its true name.
It didn't roar. It didn't move. It simply exhaled a low breath, as if mildly inconvenienced by the presence of the seventh wave.
Then, as if the world answered its will, time skipped like a stone on water.
In one blink, the entire enemy force—thousands strong—collapsed to dust, their bodies shattered by temporal collapse. The battlefield cleared in an instant.
Xar'Zenth let out a tired groan and curled up midair, its colossal body folding into the dimension of silence between seconds.
It slept.
The world stood still for one heartbeat longer… and then time resumed.
A system notification echoed.
[Wave 7 Cleared. +20,000 Event Points Earned]
[Primordial Entity Xar'Zenth has activated Passive: "Absolute Banishment"]
[Remaining Waves: 3]
Crow looked at the sky as he felt time resume around him, and gave a faint nod.
"Even time respects your naps, old one," he muttered.
Lyravex glanced up from her calculations, brow raised. "Is it always like this with Primordial dragons?"
"No," Crow replied. "He's just lazy… and terrifying."
He turned back to his allies, his mind already calculating how to use the time bought by Xar'Zenth's destruction to prepare for the final three waves.