Neraxis paused, and after a few moments of maintaining eye contact with Crimson, he finally snapped his fingers, resuming time once again.
A faint brush of wind blew past him as a cut appeared on Neraxis's cheek.
But as soon as it came, the cut healed up, not leaving behind even a single scratch.
Crimson clicked his tongue.
"You're using the power of Time for something as minor as healing? Do you not know the consequences?"
Neraxis tilted his head.
"I've been in that place for a very long time, and while I can imagine the consequences, I don't really give a shit."
He turned to Weaver.
"Where's Lagus? You know, right?"
Weaver stared at him for a few moments, then let out a sigh.
"I'm pretty sure you know where he is as well. But do know that the moment you leave this area, you'll no longer be able to come back."
"Why?" Neraxis asked, furrowing his brows.
