"Screeech—"
The Blood Spear, imbued with the power of "Dragon Slayer," tore through the void, surging relentlessly toward the heart of the Red Dragon. It pursued its target unyieldingly, drawing ever closer, as if it would never cease until it pierced through.
"Crack."
A crisp sound echoed.
A golden pocket watch engraved with a complex pattern appeared in the sky, its hands abruptly stopping with the sound, frozen at a particular moment.
In an instant, accompanied by an unparalleled force of space-time, the area spanning dozens of miles seemed to be pressed into stillness. Flames, rubble, and dust all hung motionless in midair.
Below, on the battlefield of Black Stone Mountain, bullets and shells froze in the air, the flames emanating from the gun barrels of Imperial soldiers suspended, unchanging.
The orcs, with twisted faces, were roaring and charging into a hail of bullets, their axes mid-swing, saliva frozen mid-flight as it sprayed from their vicious mouths.
