Erodion stared at the slowly dissipating clock phantom in the void, and the mysterious rhythm it contained that even his "Ritual Sea" couldn't fully isolate. For the first time, his usually tranquil face showed clear astonishment. His deep voice carried a hint of disbelief:
"Is this... the Time Rule?!"
To reverse local time so casually, this was not something that the mere power of a Domain could explain. Only by touching the realm of Rules that constitute the world's foundation could it be possible!
Lynch's figure appeared somewhat hazy amidst the gradually shattering space. He nodded slightly, his tone still calm as if the dangerous confrontation on the consciousness and time level had never happened:
"Then, let's end our conversation here today. It was nice meeting you again, Master Wizard."
The astonishment in Erodion's eyes was quickly replaced by cold anger and a deeper desire to probe. He snorted coldly, his voice echoing in the crumbling space:
