Zerathul's thoughts fractured the instant his time power vanished and panic started to come for the first time since the battle began.
No. This was not possible.
He reached inward, instinctively grasping for the familiar flow that had always answered him since he had absorbed Krono the Time Dragon's power.
T time power had bent, shattered, and obeyed his will across countless worlds. It was not something that could simply be stopped.
But there was nothing.
The current was gone. Frozen. Sealed behind an alien resistance that burned and constricted like chains wrapped around his existence.
He pushed harder, forcing his will outward, but the golden rings only tightened, rejecting him completely.
His tentacles twitched violently as disbelief twisted into raw fear.
At that same moment, Erend felt his rage stop.
