Chapitre 112: Time doesn't fly when you are having fun!

He raised his hammer to continue, but….

"Clang" His hammer fell from his grip and clashed against the floorboard, while his body fell and dropped to the ground unconsciously.

"Thud!" He didn't scream in pain. He just lay there, on the warm wooden floor motionlessly.

…...

Somewhere beyond the veil

Among the endless planes far beyond the veil, far beyond the reach of mortals and the bodily incorporeal beings, a man sat on a golden throne as he watched several thin threads made of tiny stars, and joined together through unknown means floating around him.

He flicked his fingers and divided the threads of stars, dissecting them into small bits before returning them to their proper positions.

"Why can't I find it?" The man uttered. His voice bellowed, sending cracks to the huge expanse of space around him. "And how is this even possible?".

He questioned himself, before stopping "Unless…".