Azazel's eyes widened as the very essence of gravity coiled around his form, locking his body, soul, and ego in that point of space-time, a lock so immense that even thought could escape. The True Depravita of Sloth could feel it—inescapable annihilation.
The Great Conqueror Cannon had been unleashed, and he was the target, the one the Scarlet King wanted death more than anyone else. The Alpha-Omega force carved a corridor of perfect erasure through existence itself. Every instinct screamed at him that if it struck point-blank, his body, soul, and very concept of self would unravel into nothing.
Even if he were a True Depravita, he would die.
But Azazel was not going to fall; he would not fail his master.
"Time Swap!"
