"That's the plan," Weiss responded calmly, though his eyes remained locked on Maverick. He was fully aware that this back-and-forth wouldn't last forever.
Maverick, his frustration boiling over, tried again and again, only for Weiss to reverse time each time.
After several attempts, Maverick's anger turned into bitter realization. "So, you're not going to let me summon it, huh?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom.
Weiss didn't respond, his focus unshaken.
Finally, Maverick stopped the ritual. He gritted his teeth, knowing that this method was futile.
"Fine," he growled. "If I can't summon an Outer God, then I'll just have to destroy you all myself!"
With a roar, Maverick tapped into another well of dark magic, this one designed to forcefully restore his body to its full power. Dark energy engulfed him, knitting his wounds back together, restoring his strength and stamina in an instant.
