The Entropy Fire surrounding the White Death burned brighter and brighter as he stared down into the crater where the Devil Paragon lay embedded.
White flames twisted violently around his gaunt frame, devouring matter and warping the air itself.
With a thunderous roar, he charged downward.
The sheer force of his descent caused the fabric of space to melt and ripple around him, as if reality itself were being dragged along by his momentum. The White Death poured everything he had into that single strike, intent on ending the battle once and for all.
Yet just before his blow could land, Beelzebub's aura erupted.
The Devil Paragon clasped his hands together, veins of sky-blue light surging across his shattered body as he bellowed with every ounce of power left within him.
"Time Lock!"
