The amber gold radiance of the domain suddenly intensified, surging upward like a solar flare. Inside Theo's chest, something fundamental shifted.
The temporal designation wasn't just sitting within him like a foreign object; it was nesting. He could feel it in his soul register a new, cold, and infinitely precise tool orienting itself.
It was the sensation of a blade finding its balance in a warrior's grip, probing the boundaries of its own lethality, mapping out the parameters of what it could reach and what it could shatter.
It was hungry. And Theo was the hand that would feed it.
He didn't hesitate. He reached inward, grasping for the most immediate, most visceral application of this new divinity.
The designation responded instantly, presenting its primary function to his consciousness with the surgical clarity of a weapon being unsheathed.
'Time Stop.'
It wasn't the grand, universe-altering freeze of a god; it was something more intimate, more dangerous. A local rupture.
