Everything was frozen.
The people, the air, the space, and the time itself.
His body felt a surge of power overwhelming him as a new part of his body mutated, turning draconic and becoming significantly stronger and more durable.
In such a calm world, there were only two noticeable things. The first was the fate feathers that existed within every being, and the second was a masked boy whose main focus was the wonderful feathers.
He had many options.
The guards who were charging toward him to put the new collar on his neck?
The snake woman herself?
The guards?
The wyverns who seemed to have a ceasefire with the prison?
The abyssal beasts that were still either attacking the prison mindlessly or planning an attack with almost human intelligence?
Maybe a mysterious person like the other anomalies or even Anastasia, whose fate looked normal, yet it was extremely heavy as if it were a piece of metal pretending to be cotton.
'Neither.'
Neither of them was his target.
