A grayish-white mist appeared in Darcy's palm. It swirled as if alive, intricate Runes flickering within.
This was the manifestation of the Time Rule.
The moment the two streams of Energy touched, the air in the hall completely froze.
The Level One Wizards let out muffled groans, nearly collapsing to their knees.
The Level Two Wizards also turned pale, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.
Only those at Level Three or higher could remain calm.
The silver nebula and the grayish-white mist faced off.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Darcy was the first to withdraw his hand, and the pressure vanished in an instant.
A collective sigh of relief washed through the hall like a tide.
Darcy looked at Ian, a faint smile on his face.
"Lord Ian, my apologies for being so forward just now. I hope you won't take offense."
