"Do you see the difference now?" he began, speaking as he moved with unhurried steps. The world answered him by breaking its own rules.
One second his foot was lifted. The next it was already on the ground.
No blur. No acceleration. Just missing pieces—like someone had ripped chunks out of a film and glued the ends together poorly.
My eyes tried to follow him and instead tripped over empty moments that didn't exist anymore.
However, I knew it wasn't him skipping frames.
It was me. —or rather, my senses being tricked.
What an irritating, broken-ass power.
"No matter what you do, you'll never catch up. The moment you awakened that one-dimensional ability, you were already destined to lose to me."
His words gnawed at my nerves, but I forced myself to keep the conversation going.
"Wow… you really act like you're the strongest Seeker alive," I muttered, forcing a wobble into my stance to sell the illusion that I was still very disoriented.
