Its silver body began to undergo large-scale "pixelated" disintegration, like the mosaic effect when a digital image distorts.
The energy vortex-like head emitted one last, unwilling shriek.
Then, the whole body turned into specks of light dust and dissipated in the canyon.
"First one... resolved."
Ron slowly exhaled, but there was no trace of relaxation on his face.
Because as the hound dispersed, a faint tremor emanated from the silver pocket watch on his chest.
The pure time energy released at the death of the Time Hound was greedily absorbed by the pocket watch.
The warm current brought by the energy influx surged within him, offering him a bit of comfort.
But this comfort was quickly shattered by a new threat.
The other six fractures at the edge of the consciousness space were rapidly expanding.
The angry and sharp shrieks outside were like the piercing noise metal makes when twisting at high temperatures.
