In the shattered, dark Throne Room, even the faint sounds of chewing suddenly vanished completely.
The entire world seemed to sink into pure darkness. There was no light, no sound—only time trembling in an unsettling manner.
Before the round table, beneath the shattered, decaying Throne, everything began to rewind.
Shadows, worms, roaring monsters, violent magic, and dark monsters born of curses all rapidly reversed as though Reparo had been cast on them.
Surprisingly, they were not entirely incapable of resistance. On the contrary, the monsters in the darkness even seemed to sense something strange happening to them.
The monsters bared their fangs and claws, trying to devour their target once more—the wizard cursed by the entire world.
Then, just as they opened their mouths, minced flesh and fragments of organs sprayed out along with foul stomach fluid—the fragments were becoming clean again, rapidly reassembling.
"Roar—" A particularly enormous dark monster roared. With rotting flesh wings and stark white bones, it resembled an undead dragon stitched together from countless corpses.
With its roar, the monsters became increasingly violent and crazed. Though the rewind continued, their struggles only grew stronger.
At that moment, Sean, covered in wounds of all sizes and even missing half his face, slowly rose to his feet.
His exposed windpipe and vocal cords twitched strangely, and his indifferent voice rang out again.
"Rewind—"
The leading undead dragon roared again, but its roar and the monsters' frenzy could only become restless, unwilling agitation.
The black mist above that had birthed them formed a gigantic vortex, and its tidal pull left them completely unable to resist.
Sean stood silently in place with his eyes tightly shut. The pain had not lessened, but his body was recovering at tremendous speed. He could even feel the itchy, stinging sensation of skin reattaching