Time itself stopped moving forward.
A gray hue swallowed reality whole, covering everything around Frey.
A dark, lifeless gray… pierced only by drifting red sparks and others black as the void itself.
Agaroth froze before him.
While Frey alone remained capable of movement, having stepped beyond the laws of time itself.
"I'm glad you left this copy behind for me, Agaroth."
Slowly, a spark formed between Frey's fingers.
A spark colored in gray, crimson, and black.
"It's been a very long time since I last used this power."
"And I needed a target worthy of testing my limits upon."
His eyes glowed faintly.
A dim violet radiance… yet one so deep it seemed endless.
The power gathering between his fingers was not ordinary strength.
It was a force born from another world entirely… and extending even beyond that.
The spark ignited.
Then suddenly, colors exploded from it, flooding the empty gray canvas with overwhelming life.
"Out of this world !"
