The sealing formation had fully closed. Every escape route vanished like breath in the void.
Lucien had no way out.
His instincts screamed at him to run but he stayed perfectly still. He surveyed the surroundings carefully. His expression contorted to mirror the Varkhaals' rage as they scoured the shadows for the unseen enemy. One wrong twitch and the Celestial would notice.
His mind raced.
He moved to another area.
At once, he activated Perfect Calculation and Perfect Loop... then slipped a hand inside his robe. From his Inventory, his fingers closed around the Hourglass of Slowed Passage, an Epic-grade drop from the Temporal Slime.
He didn't dare expose it. Even the faintest hint of its divine energy might draw unwanted attention. The robe he was wearing can conceal the whisper of power seeping from it.
And just then... he turned it quietly within his grasp.
That's when time itself bent...
The world slowed. His thoughts accelerated.
