He forced himself up, blood streaming from his nose and ears. His skin was beginning to crack as the temporal energy leaked from his pores like steam from a pressure cooker.
"You're just... the beginning, Rex."
Theo clenched his fists, and the ground beneath him began to age and decay in real time, turning from solid stone to crumbling sand in seconds. The air began to hum with a high-pitched, lethal frequency.
"Come on then," Theo challenged, his voice a guttural snarl. "Come and take it from my corpse!"
The courtyard had ceased to exist as a physical location; it was now a kaleidoscopic nightmare of fractured causality. Theo was no longer fighting like a man; he was fighting like a catastrophe.
"CHRONOS EROSION!" Theo screamed, thrusting both palms forward.
A wave of accelerated time erupted from his hands. Anything the energy touched—the stone pillars, the fallen debris, even the air itself—aged centuries in a heartbeat.
