"The battlefield shall be still. All motion ceases. The earth holds its form. The air returns to silence."
The voice cut through the chaos like the sharp edge of a blade.
And in the next instant—
Everything stopped.
The earth, which had been violently splitting apart, froze in place. The tremors, the deafening cracks—gone. The air itself seemed to obey, settling into an unnatural stillness.
It was as if the battlefield had been caught in suspended animation.
Jin felt the weight of it immediately. This wasn't just power—it was absolute authority imposed upon reality itself.
And then, through the clearing dust, figures stirred.
Three men. Their enemies.
Kang Daeho, the muscle-bound powerhouse, groaned as he rolled his shoulders, his body covered in bruises.
Baek Seungmin, the cold-eyed weapon master, adjusted his stance, blood trailing from his lip.
