Chapter 81: On The Long Run

 A glowing golden pavilion covered him in whole and spun, as time went on it soun faster and faster till even the figure of its rotation could not be seen. 

 Only when the hellflames dispersed and began to run towards a different direction in the escape of nothing did I undo infinite rotunda. Only to find him dead, his eyes were widely widened, his eyeball seemed to have sunk upward as only his sclera was showing, tears had filled the lower parts of his eyes socket and his mouth was filled with forms. His hands and legs were dried up and blackened, it was difficult to tell how much time he used in there because the faster it rotated the faster the time was but because of his heightened sense, he senses the time as extremely slow. With this body of his, it meant he would have used at least...

 "...three hundred thousand..." Anastasia said, looking at him. 

My mouth fell.

 'This guy just experienced three thousand years in slow-mo?"