A dimensional space crack materialized before me and a white arm began to reach out form it.
Time itself had been slowed down to such a level that only 0.0001 seconds had passed.
Chiiiiiic
As the crack began to widen, a transparent white, humanoid creature stepped out of it. Although this being moved quite slowly, it was much faster than everything happening around it.
Uriels Lance of Longinus had yet to advance a single centimeter as this white being took stock of the room.
The reason I could even see any movement was due to Lenaâs spacetime trap.
Although my movements werenât able to match the speed of my thoughts, with the trap I was at least conscious.
âHm, am I able to cast a spell in this moment? Freeze!â
I pushed my will towards the Sephiroth network.
Chawwaaa
According to my will, everything around me dropped to absolute zero, as it spread to this new arrival
Pak!
However, with but a swish of its hand, my will was dispersed.
âAh, is that his Brainwashing ability? Heâs managed to even confuse the Sephiroth network.â
Yes, the being that appeared from space was Metatron. His powers were space-time manipulation, as well as Mind control.
There was also one additional power, which Makina suspected to be some sort of magic copying ability.
Metatron quickly approached me and inspected me thoroughly. It was obvious that he was quite interested in a being which had for the first time managed to counterattack while under the influence of his time stop.
âHmm what are you? I donât think it was Skyfatherâs little toy over there that managed to attack me, so was it your doing?â
Metatron proceeded to touch and inspect my entire body.
âUgh! This guy is seriously putting me in a bad mood.â
As his cold hands touched me all over, he then proceed to tear one of my arms off.
âHmm not quite a human, not a monster either, what a strange fellow.â
Metatron then brought his finger to my now severed arm and tasted my blood.
âHow interesting, Iâll take this arm with me as a memento. Oh, by the way, have you seen any sign of Abbadon? Itâs the first time in a while that Iâve gotten so close to her.â
Ignoring the incredible pain, I push my will to connect with the Sephiroth network.
âAccelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!â
All the particles in the room except for a certain area around Metatron were sped up, and I was able to wrest control of time from Metatron.
Cough! That bastard!â
Since our roles were now reversed, it was Metatron which was frozen stiff. Still, I learned the hard way that a Godâs blood was golden as it gushed out from my severed shoulder.
Snatching my arm back from him, I placed it up against my shoulder and began to heal it back up. It had taken me quite a few painful seconds before I had managed to connect myself with the Sephiroth network.
âHmph! once my arm is fully healed Iâll take care of this one. Lena, prepare some Magic Traps.
âUnderstood!â
After first securting him in 10,000 layers of Magic Traps, I then proceed to cut up his body into different pieces and surrounded them with Rohimâs Shield. Despite having gone this far, I was confident that Metatron wouldnât die, even if time flow were to be restored.
âDid you say that it was the head which cast all of the magic?â
âRight, according to Makina the rest of his body only served as an amplification device, where as the actual thought process and magic casting occured in the head. There were several instances where Skyfather wasnât able to figure that out and suffered a loss because of it.
âGood, letâs take a break then and head to that secure area which Makina created.â
According to Makinaâs suggestion, I split his body into six different pieces, each with their own set of magical restraints which made it impossible for them to recover. The head however had its own specialised restraints which blocked it from accessing magic.
Quaazzic Quazic
Less than a second had passed in the space surrounding Metatron. Still, now that regular time was restored, since the head couldnât interact with any magic he had no way to escape his predicament.
âOkay, weâre finished here, Lena, activate the teleportation array.â
âAlright!â
Shhoong
The six pieces of Metatron which had been successfully restrained were brought back to Makinaâs secured space.
âWelcome back Johra! It seems youâve successfully caught Metatron!â
I heard Makinaâs bright voice upon arrival.
âYes, thanks to your feedback I was able to easily secure him. Iâll now take just the head with me to the secure room.â
Leaving Makina behind with the rest of his body parts, I brought Metatronâs head with me into the room.
The secure room was a cubic space surrounded by thick black walls and guarded by millions of magic spells which blocked out any known forces.
Suoh!
I removed the gag which prevented him from speaking.
âHow dare you do this to me! Do you think all this can hold me indefinitely!â
I stared emotionlessly at the head which I had placed on the table before me. He was unable to cast any spells despite being able to speak, so I knew how frustrating it must have been for him.
âWhy, do you think you can escape from here?â
âEven if I canât right now, as long as I live Iâll find a way to get my revenge!â
âAh~ I know what youâre up to so donât even think about it.â
âYou bastard! Stop saying nonsense and just kill me already!â
âOh, so Iâm the bad guy now? Well there are two reasons why I wonât be killing you, the first is that you will simply be resurrected upon death. The second is that I know that you can copy the power of your killer.â
âHow did you learn that?â
Metatron asked sheepishly, like a kid caught trying to steal from the cookie jar.
âJust some information Iâve acquired over 100 million years of analysis.â
âAre you one of Skyfatherâs minions?â
I made an awkward expression as I explained the situation.
âActually, Skyfather and I arenât on the best of terms.â
I saw the fiery anger in Metatronâs eyes as he looks at me searchingly, attempting to uncover my identity.