Sui Xiong seized time.
Even he himself did not understand how he had done it, but he had seized time.
He grasped it, gripped it tight, then pulled with all his strength.
He tried to drag out the time that belonged to the "past" and use it to overwrite the already-destroyed "present" before him.
It was something utterly unimaginable. Even he felt that it was simply impossible.
But he had to do it. Otherwise, there would be no way to save this destroyed world, no way for him to find peace.
No way... to face those friends and subordinates who had sacrificed themselves!
So he had to do it!
"Sui Xiong, come on!"
He told himself.
Then he exerted himself again.
The invisible "scroll" was tugged, yet it did not budge in the slightest. It was as though it had put down roots after touching the ground; no matter how much strength he used, he could not drag it even a fraction of an inch.
Sui Xiong knew that this was only natural.
What had passed could not be pursued. The past was the past. Even a force capable of destroying the world could never retrieve so much as one hundred-millionth of a moment from bygone days.
But he refused to accept it.
This world bore too many of his memories, too many of his concerns, too many things he could not bear to let go. His friends, his subordinates, those who believed in him, the gods who had gone generously to their deaths for a conviction, the people who slept as they waited for hope, the gods who had burned away everything they had, leaving behind only message after message in murals.
What they had struggled to protect should never vanish like this!
With a roar, Sui Xiong exerted