Kallus tilted his head in confusion. But just as the thought crossed his mind, the space around him began to fracture. Before he could react, reality twisted, and in an instant, he found himself back at the Starry Plain—where the branching rivers of time flowed endlessly.
And then it struck him.
His mouth twitched.
Damn it…
He had died from his own attack too.
"Damn… this daddy really underestimated his own attack," Kallus muttered, rubbing his temples.
"Dammit, I won't use it unless absolutely necessary. After all, I'm here to train—not to obliterate everyone with my overpowered attacks."
He sighed, shaking his head. "Damn, damn..."
"Oh well… let's go with it again," he huffed, crossing his arms.
This time, he wouldn't hold back—not entirely, at least.
And just like that, time passed—three years gone in an instant.
