"haha." He said.
Si Hon crossed the rooftop through freezing wind and drifting debris until he reached Jisoo's side, the sharpened metal pole still resting against his shoulder. Up close, he could finally see how bad the strain actually was. Her hands were trembling hard now, tiny uncontrolled shakes running through her fingers while thin silver fractures of light flickered around her wrists every few seconds before disappearing again beneath her skin.
Temporal Lock was still holding.
Barely.
The dragon remained trapped inside that awful distorted slowness, its movements dragging through reality like the world itself refused to let it progress normally, but cracks had started appearing around the effect now. Little jerks of sudden motion slipping through. One claw twitching too fast. A wing snapping half a meter downward before slowing again.
Jisoo noticed him immediately.
Si Hon reached out and casually patted her back once.
