But they cannot drown out the ambition to forge future stars.
Deep in the void.
The shadows of the Time Abyss Hunting Dogs cut through the silence like countless black blades.
Their forms twisted and distorted.
As though they were wandering between the cracks of time and real space.
Every step they take brings about a space-time ripple that shakes the heart.
David feels an invisible pressure constantly oppressing his will.
As if his whole existence is being gradually stripped away.
"They are not ordinary opponents."
David's voice is deep.
A heavy tension shows between his brows.
"These hounds devour my past.
As if erasing the foundations of my existence."
Reina clenched her fists tightly.
Her breath coagulates in the void into a faint yet unignorable barrier of time flow.
"I have already formed a network of time traps.
But the hounds are adapting to the trap.
We have to hurry."
Cynthia's eyes flicker with the brilliance of data streams.
