Time, in that instant, seemed to come to a standstill.
The shattered skull of the Old Witch Demon, the bone bowl crashing onto the floor, the bright red liquid floating in mid-air, the Wizard revealing a brilliant smile after lifting his hood, the glowing Law book, the rumbling thunder, and most importantly, Ulysses and the Captain of the Mist Ship turning their heads together to look towards the entrance of the room.
Two Great Demons, four gazes heavy as Mount Tai, instantly plunging the whole room into deathly silence.
The attackers, who had suddenly emerged, were like insects trapped in amber, slowly struggling under the thick presence of the Great Demons. Everything around them lost its color in this instant, leaving only black and white. Nikita felt as if she was watching a slow-motion silent film, where everything was absurdly quiet and faintly ridiculous.
It was like a dream.
No, even dreams were never this bad.
