"I overlaid three laws of time, each flowing at a different speed, in the same space."
"Anything that enters this domain will be subjected to three utterly different flows of time at once."
"Your body is slowing down, your Saintly Breath is speeding up, and your thoughts are breaking into fragments."
"No matter how skilled you are at controlling the laws of space, as long as you live within the river of time, you cannot escape its rules."
Phantom Spirit stood where he was and watched him.
The domain of triple Temporal Misflow drew closer and closer. Its outermost ring of gray-white light had spread to within three feet of his toes.
He could clearly see fragments of stone brick suspended in the light, moving at three different speeds.
Some drifted with agonizing slowness, some streaked past like arrows, and others jerked back and forth in place, speeding up and slowing down by turns.
"Temporal Misflow..."
Phantom Spirit repeated the words under his breath.
Dense points of light suddenly spun faster in his silver-gray pupils, flashing with an eerie luster as the Star River wheeled within them.
"Not a bad move."
"The laws of time really are troublesome."
He sighed.
His right hand emerged from his sleeve once more.
This time, he extended neither a finger nor a hand.
He thrust out his entire right arm. The pale, slender limb lay bare beyond his black robe, its fingers spread as silver-gray light gathered into five bright points at their tips.
Then he pressed his right arm forward.
It was as though he had pressed it against an invisible plane.
His entire right arm, from fingertips to shoulder, sank into a stretch of silver-gray Void and vanished without a trace, as though something unseen had swallowed it in one gulp.
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