Instantly, that patch of space shattered like a broken mirror, revealing countless fractured and distorted images.
But Roland had dodged the vital point.
And as he tilted his head, the Bright Moon in his hand transformed into a ghastly, blood-red arc. No longer a straight thrust, it now carried the force of a thunderbolt as it slashed horizontally toward Yemiga's Space-Time barrier!
CLANG!
An even more piercing sound of impact rang out.
The barrier shook violently as the cracks spread further.
Yemiga didn't pause for a moment. With both hands outstretched, his ten fingers danced as if playing an invisible symphony of death. "Space-Time Stripping," "Local Acceleration," "Space Folding," "Time Lag"...
All sorts of unbelievable applications of his Space-Time Authority rained down on Roland like a torrential storm.
