Glen saw Zich smiling in front of him. The way Zich kept smiling maniacally while covered in injuries and blood made him appear like a demon who had crawled straight out of hell. Yet, that wasn’t the important part. Even if Zich were a demon, Glen wouldn’t have feared him normally, because he would have been confident that he could suppress anyone using his power of regression. Yet, it was this demon who relayed to him that his power had disappeared now. In other words, the limitless time and opportunities the power of regression gave him were no longer his for the taking. Now, like the others, he needed to fumble around and do all he could with just a single opportunity.

Glen was well aware of how this single opportunity could be meaninglessly lost, especially on a battlefield where everyone was eager to take another life. An opportunity like one’s life was so vulnerable that a single arrow in the sky could take it away.

“You are lying.” Glen refused to believe Zich’s words. “I’m sure you are lying.” 

Glen’s eyes were bloodshot. 

Zich shrugged.

“If you don’t want to believe me, don’t,” he said. If Glen...