Demon Legacy

The king looked at her and said, "To stop time, you must understand it."

Demon Girl frowned, intrigued. "How?"

He lifted a glass, handing it to her. "Look closely. What do you see?"

She stared at the glass, its surface gleaming. "Just… a glass," she replied, feeling puzzled.

"Focus harder," he instructed, his eyes locked on hers with a mix of patience and anticipation.

Demon Girl narrowed her gaze, concentrating. As she focused, the world around her faded. Suddenly, the glass dissolved into streams of numbers and patterns swirling around her like a vivid tapestry. Each thread pulsed with energy, flowing like a river through time. She glanced at the king and was astonished to see the same numbers surrounding him, weaving around his form. Turning to Ant, she noticed the numbers pulsing around him as well, alive and vibrant. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she struggled to breathe, her mind teetering on the brink of chaos.

Sensing her distress, the king stepped closer. "Close your eyes. Pull back," he said, his voice steady like a calming anchor.

She squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath to block out the overwhelming sensations. When she opened them again, the numbers were gone—the glass was just a glass once more.

But the king wasn't done. He took her hand and transported them closer to the sun, the heat wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Demon Girl's eyes widened as she absorbed the brightness.

"Where are we?" she whispered, both amazed and fearful.

"Focus on the sun," he instructed, calm and steady.

She squinted at the sun, and through the glare, she noticed a faint number shimmering beside it, shifting like a heartbeat. "There's… a number moving next to it," she said, awe mixing with fear.

"Remember the chamber," the king urged, his voice firm.

"No…" she muttered, recalling the chamber's intense pressure and pain. But the king's unwavering gaze pushed her forward. Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand toward the number, thinking of stopping it, willing her mind to connect with time itself.

The world felt fragile, poised on the edge of her control. With fierce determination, she concentrated, trying to halt the number.

It slowed, then came to a stop.

Time had stopped.

A profound stillness enveloped them, a silence that resonated within her. In that moment, she realized the magnitude of her power. She had touched the threads of time, and for the first time, she understood the weight of her potential.