Psychic Ability and magic operated on entirely different principles.
They were innate powers, manifestations bestowed by psionic energy upon those it favored. In ancient times, they had been regarded as divine miracles, giving rise to countless heroic legends.
One legend spoke of a powerful psychic whose exact ability was unknown, yet who could instantly tear apart any opponent in gaps too fleeting even for light to catch. No matter how fast the opponent was, they could scarcely escape the savage pursuit of that Psychic Ability.
There was also a type of Psychic Ability that had possessed only one holder in every generation since ancient times: [Spatial Traversal]. Its current wielder had been confirmed as the S-Rank hero [Meteor], and her power inspired awe.
Yet above all psychic abilities was another kind, one that directly controlled the very origin of the world—
"[World]."
Messiah murmured.
There was no brilliant radiance, nor any exaggerated special effect. Nothing around them changed in the slightest as this Psychic Ability unfolded. There was only a distant sound from beyond the world:
It was the explosive crack of time itself breaking apart.
The gears of time were forcibly braked and restrained by some overbearing power, as though a pair of hands had clamped down hard upon their path of motion. Everything stopped functioning in an instant.
The hands of clocks froze in place. Whirling dust solidified in midair. Falling leaves and droplets stubbornly hung motionless. Even the fierce nighttime wind in the mountains was fixed within the air, briefly revealing one facet of that invisible thing.
Most of the girls looked around in astonishment.
"So this is a Psychic Ability..." "She really stopped time..."
Clover and Bladderwort whispered to each other. Bai Lili calmly watched a droplet suspended in the air nearby and narrowed her eyes.