Time magic had saved Raze more times in this battle than he could count. Every reversal had bought him a breath, a moment, a heartbeat to think. Against Heino, he had realized how utterly broken the spell could be, how unfair it was compared to the limits of every other discipline. Time didn't just rewind wounds. It rewound mistakes. It rewound drained Qi. It rewound mana. It rewound desperation itself.
But it also had limits, and Raze knew those limits painfully well.
He didn't have enough time affinity to freeze a moment, slow a second, or create the kind of temporal cages that Ibarin could. He could only revert himself. And because he was burning through Qi and mana at a terrifying speed, his affinity would never grow either. Every moment he used another spell, he drifted further away from ever controlling time the way he needed to.
Even worse, Gizin had figured it out.
