In the meeting hall, time had lost all meaning.
The five independent spaces created by Season Star had become five different purgatories.
In Dawn's training ground, the Black Crystal Maze had already reset over a hundred times.
His entire body was covered in wounds carved open by the walls. The old wounds had only just healed when new ones were added.
He tried again and again to control that violent Kinetic Energy, but the result was always the same.
The moment he tried to attack, that power would become a wild dog slipping its leash, biting toward every direction.
Forget accurately hitting a single Light Butterfly—he could barely keep himself from crashing into the walls.
"Damn it!"
After failing yet again, Dawn dropped onto the ground, his chest heaving violently.
He looked at the points of light drifting leisurely through the air and felt powerless for the first time.
He possessed enough power to level a mountain, yet he could not even deal with a paper butterfly.
In another space, Mirror's situation was just as bad.
She had stopped performing useless Spatial Swaps. Instead, she stood where she was, trying every possible method to strengthen her illusions.
She tried injecting her Divine Might into the illusion, hoping to give it genuine energy fluctuations.
The moment the illusion appeared, however, the hundred mechs focused their fire on it and instantly blasted it full of holes.
Mirror herself had also been torn apart by the backlash from her Divine Might. Her face was pale, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
"Ineffective Deceit."
"Locking onto true target."
The mechs' synthesized voices sounded as though they were mercilessly mocking every one of her failures.
Her Mirror Flower Water Moon had become a joke before these iron lumps that