'What's happening?' Warren's thoughts raced with normal speed, his consciousness processing at the accelerated rate his enhanced mind had maintained for centuries.
But his body wasn't responding to commands, his limbs refusing to move despite neural signals being transmitted properly.
Everything around him was moving slowly.
The frozen creatures that had been staring began shifting their attention away, but the movement took several minutes to complete a simple head turn.
A sprite that had been hovering nearby began descending toward the grass, but its wings beat perhaps once every three minutes, creating a flight pattern that looked wrong to Warren's perception.
Even Ren's chest rising and falling with breath occurred at a fraction of normal speed, making the simple biological function appear labored and deliberate.
Only Warren's consciousness operated at a normal rate.
