Time stopped----
The entire world became an overexposed still photograph.
Wodime blinked, a trace of surprise on his face.
It was his first time seeing magecraft that stopped time----
But the sensation beneath his feet was wrong. No longer the wet, soft, fishy, salty beach, but hard wooden flooring covered with an expensive Persian carpet.
"This is a completely frozen Reality Marble. No matter how long we talk inside, only an instant will have passed for those outside."
Kenneth explained when he saw this.
Wodime tightened his grip on his cane.
The gem at its tip did not emit even the faintest light.
He tried to draw upon the magical energy of the cosmos, but within this Reality Marble, inside and outside were completely cut off.
Or rather, with time completely halted, the distance between him and those stars had become infinitely vast----
"So, what exactly do you intend to do?"
Wodime took a deep breath and asked Kenneth.
"Let's talk about the boss above you.
Or rather, that so-called Alien God----"
Kenneth said.
At that, Wodime fell silent and did not respond.
"According to Animusphere theory, the continuation of human history is pruned in units of a hundred years.
Seeing this, Kenneth took the initiative to continue. "Like trimming a potted plant: cutting away the crooked and withered branches to ensure the main trunk receives its nourishment.
This is the world's self-preservation mechanism, meant to concentrate nutrients on branches with greater potential to move forward.
But the duration of existence of this world's Lostbelts far exceeds that limit.
Russia, Northeastern Europe, and this Greece now filled with gods flying about everywhere.
They all possess complete histories----"
"What does that mean? It means that at the very instant they were pruned, something took them in.
Not only did it preserve