Time was but a small hurdle for the mistress of lust to leap over, and with the engraved magic circles buried under the sand and rubble, nobody even noticed how easily she'd stopped the flow of time.
"Time to clean up this mess," still in an elusive form made of mist, she flew over between Almuld and Haruki.
Standing between the two, she peered up at her contracted servant and just glared at his glowing hand for a moment. The spell Godsmite brought her both good and haunting memories. And so pulling Haruki down to earth with her countless phantom hands, she tangled her fingers with his and drew out all the mana from his body so that the spell was bound to fail.
'That should allow me to finish up here.' Rejuvenated with a small amount of mana, Asmodia turned to the demon lord frozen in time.
