章 1480: Peace

Like a needle piercing through layers of fabric, slowing with each layer, Varian's sword cut through the nearly endless layers of defenses.

Every layer of defense, a thick circular mass of white energy, vibrated lightly.

The moment the sword touched it, a part of the aura was either forcibly kept in the present or skipped a bit into the future.

Inertia applied to all things against all properties.

A moving object could not be stopped without force. A static object could not be moved through space without effort.

In a sense, every object had resistance against change, in whatever form.

This applied to aura as well. When the power of time tried to gulp it away into the future, aura resisted.

So, instead of disappearing wholly from the sword and rendering the attack useless, only a bit of the whole disappeared.

The first layer of defense took away only 1%.

The next grabbed 1.1%.

And the next 1.3%.