Klaus stood in bewildered confusion, grappling to comprehend the sudden cessation of time. Despite the temporal halt, Alex exhibited unhindered movement, mysteriously inserting something into Klaus's body. Since that enigmatic moment, Klaus experienced a disconcerting loss of control over his own limbs. His body, seemingly animated by an external force, engaged in a sword clash with Alex. However, with each ensuing clash, Klaus felt a growing and relentless push, gradually forcing him backward, intensifying the intrigue of the unfolding situation.
The diminishing arcane energy inside him created a palpable sense of emptiness, each passing second extracting a vital essence. Control slipped away like sand through his fingers, leaving Klaus in a disorienting void. Stripped of the ability to hear or feel, he became a mere observer, a passive onlooker trapped within the shell of his own body. The unfolding drama seemed distant and muffled, a ghostly spectacle unfolding beyond his grasp.
