When the sensation of stagnation lifted, the painter's attention was drawn to the suspended Time Ice River.
The allure of the Time Law was immense for him, as he had already grasped a fragment of it himself.
He understood the power of "time." Now, the source of this power lay just ten steps away from him—how could he suppress the surging excitement in his heart?
He didn't dare hope to master more of the Time Law; merely touching it with his own hands, experiencing the essence of "time," would bring him immense satisfaction.
He was like a gambler stepping toward the gaming table, entirely forgetting his own existence, his eyes fixed solely on the fiery game at hand.
With just a few steps forward, the suspended ice river and its swirling currents exuded an aura filled with an aggressive desire to attack, like the crimson tongue of a venomous snake, warning the painter—
—if you dare take another step forward, death will descend upon you.
