In a matter of seconds, the once-damaged warehouse had been restored from the bottom up.
The roofs were nailed together, walls standing on all sides, and even every single good that had been burnt from the explosion was back.
Not just that, even the dead bodies of the soldiers Ava slayed grew out of the ground, their blood and flesh as if it was neatly carved.
As all this played out, Rashin and the rest watched with astonishment.
This was the power of Alaric?
No one could believe their eyes.
The power to manipulate time in such a way... Only powerful mages were known to possess such abilities.
"Wh...at is my son?" Rashin asked himself, barely blinking so as not to miss a single moment.
Finally, the warehouse was back to normal, with every good safely stacked inside.
[Notice, you have run out of mana.]
The system announced.
"Yeah... I can tell..."
