The ancient and rustic Decaying Balance descends upon the battlefield, quietly hovering behind the Disciple, the endless spinning dust halting in this moment.
As if to welcome a monarch who controls the decay of everything!
He leans on the Staff of the Dust-Stepper in one hand, holds Morgan Parks in the other, stands in the Void, his body is surrounded by the lingering illusions of streams from the Long River of Time!
Even though it isn't the main current of the Long River of Time, but just a spectral tributary, each splash that arises from it can reflect a dazzling civilization that goes from birth to glory, and finally to destruction!
Until the end!
Under the flow of this time, the Disciple's face becomes even more decayed, as if he were a traveler who had died countless times in time and had long been forgotten by the Mother River.
Despite the absence of any terrifying pressure radiating from his body, everyone feels a palpitation.
