The lich quickly understood what Chronos was doing when one of his undead servants was suddenly plucked from his control.
On the other end of this battlefield, Chronos looked at the golden string in between his fingers, which he had just reached through the ever-stretching web of time, and smirked.
"No one escapes time. Not even death…" he muttered.
Snapping his fingers, the thread snapped, and the undead dropped to the ground, turning to dust. But this process would be a lot slower than stopping their timelines.
Chronos had to wrest control over the time thread from the lich, and he could only reach them through the time web since he could hardly waltz into combat and grab at the strings directly.
This made the process longer and harder. But not impossible.
Astaroth, with his senses still firing on all cylinders, noticed the mana presence of an undead vanish close to him, and he turned in half panic, expecting a sneak attack. But when he saw the undead turn to ash, he frowned.
