And worst of all, the Existence Erasure wounds from earlier weren't healing. Couldn't heal. The voids in his body where flesh simply didn't exist anymore were permanent, reducing his combat effectiveness with every passing second.
He was bleeding. Exhausted. Soul-damaged. Terrified. And running out of options.
But Richard Clay hadn't lived for years by giving up when things looked hopeless.
If anything, the danger made him more dangerous. Desperation bred creativity. Fear sharpened focus.
He made a decision that would either save his life or end it.
"TEMPORAL OVERLOAD—SECOND STAGE!"
Richard began channeling even more power from Chronus, pulling so much energy through their soul-bond that the connection became visible—a pillar of golden temporal energy linking Richard to something far away and vastly more powerful, like a rope connecting him to his demon lord across dimensional boundaries.
