CRACK! CRUNCH! SPLAT!
In the very next moment, a deafening explosion erupted. Caleb stood frozen in sheer horror, his eyes locked on Draco, overcome by a terror that gripped his very soul. He glanced down—
His left arm was gone. Obliterated. Annihilated by the overwhelming force of Draco's power.
"Now, Chaos Spirit… can we talk?"
A chilling smile slithered across Draco's face as he turned slowly to Khaos.
Caleb trembled uncontrollably. The sight of his arm being reduced to nothing—just from a gaze—sent shockwaves of dread through his chest. Panic clawed at him as he turned toward Vincent, hoping—begging—for help.
But then…
He froze again.
Vincent—and everyone else—stood utterly still.
Unmoving.
Unbreathing.
Only he, Draco, and Khaos could move or speak.
Confusion contorted Caleb's features, question marks flashing in his mind.
What was happening? Draco didn't control Time Law. He wasn't the heir to the Spacetime God. So how?
