Meanwhile, the strongest Divine Apostle under the Cocoon of Finality wielded the replicated authority of the Herrscher of Flames, hurling vast swathes of fire at the necromancer, intending to utterly devour him with the supreme might of flame.
The Herrscher of Flames' fire was no ordinary flame. It originated from the authority to Control of Molecular Motion, its heat comparable to the thermonuclear reactions within a star.
Yet even such a world-shaking attack failed to penetrate the layered Spell Shields covering Moros's body.
Legion's Shelter!
Soul Torrent!
Arcane Armor!
Those intricate and powerful defensive spells made even the Herrscher of the End sigh inwardly. When it came to pursuing immortality and escaping death, necromancers might well be the most obsessive and extreme beings in this world.
By comparison, the two insignificant beings tightly bound by the authority of time—Kevin and Kosma—were utterly outclassed.
That was right. The moment this gray world quietly replaced the original colorful one, Kevin and Kosma had also failed to escape, frozen in that instant by the power of time.
They possessed neither a means to resist the torrent of time nor the great power to transcend time itself.
Thus, before time, that cold and merciless judge, they were like fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others and utterly incapable of fighting back.
This was also why, in the Native World, Kevin and the other heroes had exhausted every effort merely to win twelve brief and insignificant hours for the continuation of human civilization.
Under the great power of time, even if controlled by an artificial intelligence that could practically be called brain-dead, the Herrscher of the End could effortlessly crush any opponent incapable of resisting time's power.
While the Herrscher of the End found the necromancer's tenacious defenses exceedingly troublesome, Moros