Time stopped at that moment.
The wind ceased to sweep across the ridges, the swirling dust suspended in mid-air, dragon breath transformed into solid flames, frozen at the moment before the burst.
Louis stepped out from the ripples in the void.
With each step he took, the ground beneath his feet changed.
Wilted stalks of grass stood tall again, charred earth cracked with fine lines, new greenery completing its growth in a very short time.
The battlefield was segmented.
The movements of five thousand Dragon-man Guard Army were all frozen at the instant Louis appeared.
Their charging stance halted in mid-air, claws yet to fall, the fierce gaze in their eyes fixed at the same angle.
Louis turned around, looking at Lambert who was still kneeling on the ground.
"You've worked hard, Lambert." Louis' voice was gentle, yet provided a sense of security, "Leave the rest to me."
The knights of the Red Tide stood still, without immediate action.
