An Easy Battle !

Desmond let out a frigid breath, a white mist forming in the air as the battlefield lay before him. The biting breeze swept through, carrying an eerie chill that seemed to seep into his bones. His keen eyes scanned the scene, observing the unnatural speed at which people moved.

The soldier's sword arced through the air, nearly grazing one of the menacing Husk Wolves, while the witches, lips parting repeatedly, cast their spells with hands outstretched. Desmond couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief as he witnessed it all. "This...," he murmured, his voice devoid of the time-altering effects that affected everyone else—neither slow nor fast, but normal.

A surge of curiosity compelled him to turn his gaze towards the dense forest on his left. And there it was again, the peculiar phenomenon. Even the crows gliding above seemed to move in slow motion, and the withered branches of the trees swayed languidly.