Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
At the same time, the Ancient Scholar Butterfly danced gracefully, countless scales shimmered, and coalesced into numerous Historical Tentacles intertwined together, forming Lock Chains, attempting to entangle projections from the dust of history.
As an anchor to the present world.
Otherwise, even the strongest summoned projections would be dragged back into the River of History, unable to approach the present world.
This is an Iron Law set by the Ages, ancient beyond ancient, now belongs to the present.
Crack crack crack!
However, the moment the Lock Chains made contact, a radiant finger tapped out, instantly shattering most of them, leaving only one tentacle remaining, which was then swiftly enveloped by multiple beams of light, binding the body of the Ancient Scholar Butterfly in its horrified gaze.
"Lock Chains bind the prisoners of Time, and I, am just a passerby observer."
