"Everything… has been analyzed."
Katarina struck a pose out of pure instinct, pumping her right fist into the air as if celebrating a decisive victory—only to freeze midway. A second later, she coughed lightly and awkwardly lowered her arm, composure returning as quickly as it had slipped.
Her eyes, however, were anything but calm.
Just as she had suspected, the techniques Lucas was using weren't time magic in the conventional sense. They didn't function like spells, nor did they rely purely on mana to interfere with the laws of the world.
No—this was something far closer to the source itself.
Based on the patterns she had observed, the distortion density, and the way causality bent around him, Katarina was now certain.
What Lucas wielded was a fragment of a god.
"A borrowed authority…" she murmured inwardly.
