"...How?" Glacion muttered with difficulty as he watched the Spacetime Cube rotate slowly and majestically, its edges glimmering with a profound and ancient radiance that seemed capable of bending perception itself, making every second feel longer than it truly was.
Although he had never witnessed a phenomenon related to the Master Laws before, that thing was definitely Fifth Grade. Only the Fifth Grade could make a Guardian feel as though he might die simply by moving, as though even the smallest action might place him in direct opposition to an irresistible cosmic force.
But how...
Glacion turned back toward Lord Robin, his mouth slightly open, his gaze moving repeatedly between the cube above and the figure standing below it as if his mind refused to connect the two.
