Magic: Traces of Time

The hotel room floor remained normal, yet it had taken on a strange, utterly transparent quality, as though it existed somewhere between being and not being.

Interestingly, Anthony could look down from upstairs, but the people below could only see the ceiling when they looked up.

Anyone who thought this magic was a one-way mirror would be wrong, because under its influence, the floor had truly vanished.

The Developing Potion Anthony had improved turned into a cloud of mist, floating and rolling above this "well." Within the mist, Candles and other materials for Ritual Magic shimmered with all kinds of unique lights.

Under their glow, the mist became specks of light that drifted down into the "well," gradually fading until they were invisible to the naked eye.

This was Anthony's way of using Ritual Magic to apply a potion to the "environment" downstairs.

The spell, based on the principles of Traces of Time, was quietly changing everything below.

At that moment, Anthony and Anna were each gnawing on a lobster leg, peering downstairs with curiosity.

They saw the Mercenaries who had dropped from the sky smash the window glass and jump inside, followed by a rapid burst of gunfire.

The shots boomed dully through their silencers.

Rat-a-tat-tat~~

Bullets flew at speeds too fast for the naked eye to follow, firing at all the Aurors frozen in place.

Yet everyone felt something profoundly bizarre happening. It was as though the whole world had grown sluggish, moving in slow motion, and they could all see the bullets slicing through the air and tearing open transparent waves.

Then the sluggishness, the slow-motion passage of time, began to flow backward. The entire scene seemed to rewind, all the way back to the early hours of that morning.

A figure appeared in the scene.

Faint