Not the power of its true body—did that mean... external power? Liwita looked at Sanders in alarm and bewilderment.
Sanders pressed down the brim of his hat, his cold, narrow eyes hidden in shadow. "Of course, this is only a conjecture. There is also a strong possibility that it is Nitotip's true power. However, if it is the power of its true body, then such an almost invincible nature must come with even stricter limitations."
Monchi neither nodded nor shook his head at Sanders' words. He merely said, "Even if some external force truly exists, we have no way of knowing its specifics. We can only treat that external force as part of its true power and respond accordingly."
"However, as you said, whether it is external power or the power of its true body, the strength Nitotip has displayed is enough to crush us. Yet it has not done so, which means this power must be restricted." At this point, Monchi turned to Maher. "Go bring Luchi here."
Before long, a wizard draped in robes resembling those of a church arrived.
His face was young, and his skin as smooth and tender as a baby's. Yet he possessed a pair of eyes that seemed to have seen through all the vicissitudes of the world, along with white hair dry as withered weeds.
Youth and age, two wholly different qualities, seemed to have fused within him.
Even stranger, twelve round clocks were set into his robes. Every clock had a different design—absurd, lifelike, or plain. Looking closely, one would find that each clock's hour hand pointed to a different hour, while their minute and second hands all rested at the starting point.
"Pendulum Clock" Luchi, a Level 1 prophecy wizard, whose faith was the Wheel of Time.
Earlier, it had