"Oh, but how convenient it was for me," Xian Feng said, his voice laced with venomous sarcasm, "that after four years of pure torture, the God of Time decided to bless me once more—show me a path out of limbo, and restore my mana core. Saving me from what might have been an eternity of agony... until you finally died and reset the timeline."
He took another sip from his glass, the amber liquid catching the light as Azriel pursed his lips in silence. He didn't know what to say—or if he should even say anything at all.
To possess the [Unique Skill] to regress through time, only to end up trapped in a realm where it was useless—where it twisted itself into another kind of hellish time loop.
Truly, that must have been hell.
