"...You came... leave... world..."
The voice sounded as though it came from a heavily disrupted radio, drowned in static. Sean could not make out where it came from or what it meant.
At the same time, he suddenly felt the storm around him becoming sparse.
No, it was not that the storm had weakened—it had... slowed down.
Sean could feel his body's movements becoming incredibly sluggish. Even when raindrops struck his skin, it took a while before he felt their icy chill.
The flow of time here was wrong... Sean realized immediately.
However, he also sensed that within this region where everything had slowed down, only his own thoughts and consciousness could still operate normally.
Was it because of that portion of authority he had taken?
Sean continued to keep his body moving upward, dodging lightning according to the magic power he had sensed earlier.
That voice still rang out intermittently, but the closer Sean got, the blurrier it became.
He frowned, unsure who had left that voice behind or what its purpose was.
Still, Sean chose to trust the message he had left for himself and stubbornly, resolutely moved upward.
The bizarre flow of time eventually affected Sean. A bright silver bolt of lightning, moving in slow motion, struck him directly.
Sean paused. Then, piercing pain and horrifying numbness marched steadily toward him from every corner of his body like an army of ants.
Even the pain of the numbness had been slowed by time, trapping him in the terrifying effects of the strike for longer.
His body trembled violently.
With pain and numbness having seized every inch of him, Sean fell into a momentary stupor and near-unconsciousness. His thoughts were unaffected, which only made it more agonizing.
"My spell doesn't work... The lightning here wasn't naturally formed. It's