P.S. Thanks to Blind Man for the tip. All right, dear readers, I have to say it: these dismal numbers have almost killed Sixue's motivation to write. Sob, sob...
The energy of time and space rippled all around them as the images rapidly rewound.
They saw their earlier standoff, then Minostaur alone in the cavern.
Hum!
The surrounding space once again entered that strange state where everything seemed made of mental energy. In Diabolo's eyes, the black substance representing Minostaur gradually broke apart, and fine threads spread toward an unknown void.
Some snapped midway. Others flowed into places unknown.
Black substance capable of touching the threads of causality seeped from his hand bit by bit. It was an ability he had inherited from Baal.
Combined with his power over time and space, it let him find what he wanted in an instant.
His fingers moved gently, drawing out a luminous white thread connected to the real world outside.
Hum!
The thread trembled in his hand, seemingly on the verge of collapse.
Diabolo's power was not yet strong enough to hold these threads of causality for long.
If he ever grew powerful enough, he could seize the fundamental causal thread of an enemy a thousand miles away and erase the very basis of their existence from afar, dealing a devastating blow.
Of course, that was only an idea.
"To think the basis of your existence actually lies outside. Interesting. What could it be?"
Diabolo murmured to himself. Red lightning flickered in his eyes and followed the unknown thread across the Virtual Realm into the outside world, finally stopping deep underground.
"Roar!"
An angry roar seemed to travel back along the thread. In that unseen connection, Diabolo even glimpsed a pair of enormous eyes filled with bloodlust.
Wave after wave of an