บท 1351: Finishing Off In Style

The assassin squirmed, its shadow-ish body reforming at a visible rate.

The head which was blown away by Varian's punch turned into an amputed leg and the leg turned into the head that should've ended.

"Interesting."

Varian grinned.

A powerful wave of oscillating light waves jumped onto him, distorting the flow of time as they approached him at a speed that went beyond all common sense.

The assasin felt his soul shudder in fear as he watched the target face that attack with perfect composure.

< Time Waves > wasn't known for its gentleness. If it hit even partially, different parts of his body would be trapped in different time zones.

To attempt anything in that state—even exist—could very well end his life. If nothing else, the aura backlash itself would explode a quarter of his body.

"These are like waves of a sea; huge, angry and hell bent on drowning me. But—"