The moon cast its silvery glow over Frostwood's serene lake, and an uneasy growl shattered the tranquility. Mana wolves, dozens of them, emerged from the shadows, surrounding us.
"Watch carefully, Grey," Master's voice urged me. As the wolves closed in, I focused on Master. Suddenly, the world slowed, and the wolves froze in their tracks.
Master vanished, reappearing amidst the pack, wooden sword slashing with an otherworldly precision. One by one, the mana wolves crumbled, leaving only their leader standing.
"This, Grey," Master spoke, "is a technique you'll soon learn. Now, witness the true mastery."
With those words, the world shifted. Colors drained away, leaving only shades of gray. Time itself seemed to freeze, as if the universe held its breath. Even moving felt like a struggle, a toll on my body.
Master walked towards the lone wolf, time itself bending around him. With a swift strike, he cut through the leader, splitting it in half. As the blade completed its arc, the world snapped back to normal. The leader lay defeated, split in two.
I stood in awe, witnessing a glimpse of the power I would soon wield. The frozen moment lingered in my mind, the mastery of time and blade etched in my memory. In the aftermath, Master called this incredible technique as the "Voidhalt." The moon's glow reflected in my wide eyes, marking the beginning of a new journey.