The red giant froze in mid-air, his massive body hanging as though every ounce of his momentum had been stolen away.
But it wasn't like an invisible hand was holding him or like a barrier had stopped his fall. No, it was as if time itself had chosen to abandon him and leave him stranded in that single instant while the rest of the world went on.
Lyrel and Caelthar's eyes widened. Their bows trembling in their grips.
The sight struck them with the same awe as before when Krono had stopped a storm of arrows as easily as breathing.
There was no longer any doubt in their minds that this man wielded the power of Time.
The two Elves stared at him, but Krono's calm face showed nothing. He stood as though this was ordinary, his hand lowered at his side, golden patterns flickering faintly across the folds of his black robe.
Beside him, Eccar let out a laugh, shaking his head with genuine amusement. "Your power is very convenient, Krono."
