The vampire only then noticed something strange. At first, she thought ‘time stop’ was the ‘brat’s,’ that is, the image of the personality that wasn’t that monster.
Therefore, it was normal that the man couldn’t handle the power of that image. An image is ultimately a landscape of the mind, and it’s natural for one mind to have one landscape.
But what was this scene?
The entire world hadn’t suddenly lost momentum. It was just slowly but surely eroding all things with an even greater sense of oppression.
With a crackle, the scenery scattered. Through the gaps, a glimpse of the arid earth stretched endlessly, and when thousands of corpses heralded a majestic requiem.
The vampire let out a “hah” and burst into laughter. While burning her blue eyes with madness.
“I was mistaken. The brat’s image wasn’t something like ‘time stop’… That was merely the result of borrowing your image. Just like how you crammed the secret arts of the entire…