The golden trail still dyed even the void, eternal, immortal, undispersed.
The spear was embedded in the trunk of the World Tree and no longer moved. Around it, Wind Speakers who had fallen through midair hung frozen in place, like figures in a painting.
Farther away, every detail of the bloody struggle between the Palace Imperial Guard and the Stag Attendants stood revealed: beads of blood spattering through the air, shattered fragments of metal, sound waves roaring from mouths, the mud trampled underfoot—all of it frozen in place by the power of time.
Legendary Brandt's outstretched hand rested against his chest. In the final instant before time froze, he seemed to have been struggling, trying to do something, only to fail.
Facing the siege of six Legendaries, Borgeld clamped down hard on the flesh beneath the Wind Dragon Tobias's feathers. She was truly gnawing with those blood-soaked teeth. Her unmoving expression was savage and resolute, and under the power of this frozen time, the Wind Dragon's blood, which was in contact with her at point-blank range, was actually flowing toward her mouth at an extremely slow, almost imperceptible speed.
In the shadows, a blurred figure tried to step out, but Higni never managed to take that step. Her vertical pupils stared at the world beyond the shadows, the dagger in her hand unable to stab out and deliver a lethal toxin to this domain. She stood coldly in the darkness, like an almost unnoticed chill in some corner of a painting.
Tofen of another world, descendant of Bull, struggled to sprint. The motion of his raised foot had been frozen in a single instant, and the stride that could have carried him hundreds or thousands of miles now could not fall even one step.
The Dragon Arryris simply closed his