Neville's half-turned gaze and Chronos's determined gaze were in a deadlock.
Chronos was confident that he could convince Neville to make a wise decision. Therefore, he held onto this belief for everyone's sake.
Only for this belief to shatter.
Neville, still holding onto Chronos's gaze, slightly raised his trident, and it began to glow. Chronos's heart trembled at the foreboding feeling.
Meanwhile, below the cliff, the seawater began to move violently. The seawater that made the ground muddy floated to join the ribbons of it floating around. All of the white pearls glimmered in their position, connecting these ribbons with a clear purpose.
And all at once—
Shhk.
—the water and the pearls closed on Ethan.
They took his arms from his sides. They took his legs at the joint. Not even his head remained intact with his shoulders.
