In the dazzling sunlight, Cyril was forced to shut his eyes. He felt an invisible force fling his body away.
After a brief moment of weightlessness, he crashed onto the living room floor, butt first.
"Well, damn... Feels like someone kicked me."
"Then do you want to go find that Paranoid and make him apologize?"
The sudden voice made Cyril pause as he rubbed his backside and stood up from the floor. He stiffly raised his head and saw Amon sitting leisurely on the sofa, toying with a leather wallet.
A bead of cold sweat slid down Cyril's face. Adam was no longer by his side, but he still hadn't gotten rid of Amon.
A...
He opened his mouth, but no matter what, he couldn't get the rest of the words out.
His voice had been stolen!
On the sofa, Amon casually tossed the wallet in his hand. One by one, thumb-sized worms fell out. Their bodies alternated between transparent and opaque, and each had twelve segments. They turned into glimmers of light and merged into his body.
As each Worm of Time merged with him, a pressure gradually spread from Amon on the sofa. It made the air grow viscous and his Spirituality sluggish.
Having witnessed this, Cyril decisively gave up on trying to fight back. He couldn't beat this Amon anymore.
...If only he'd attacked with all his strength the moment he'd first seen him. He might have had a chance to seriously injure him.
Wait, why hadn't I thought of attacking then?
Amon rose from the sofa and looked down at him with a smile.
"Of course I stole that thought from you. I also gave you a little fear while I was at it."
He paused, then tossed the wallet that the Worms of Time had