Time Remaining: 0.500 seconds
On the terrace, the S rankers were beginning to move, just barely.
Vermont's remaining hand had shifted perhaps half a millimeter.
Gregor's eyes had moved a tiny fraction, tracking toward the incoming attack.
Vash's muscles were tensing microscopically, his body attempting to react.
'Their minds are still processing at normal speed despite their bodies being slowed... They must have realized we're under attack by now...'
Castor looked at his own blurred, bloody hands and at the thousands of children and staff now wrapped in protective barriers at the Domain's edge.
And a flicker of relief passed through his thoughts.
'Thankfully Gregor didn't try to counter with his own Domain... A Domain clash in this situation would cause exponential Willpower and Aura drain... I'd collapse before finishing the evacuation and everyone would die. He must have realized that...'
