One of the Fruit Bearers had been lying in wait. The shower of meteors had been the only real thing that hindered them from acting, but it had come to an end. They held up an ivory pot in the direction of the Chronocle Fiend right when its spear struck against one of the time cords it had pulled. The pot's wide mouth opened up.
The Chronocle Fiend shuddered.
It recalled this damned Realm rank pot. It was the reason why it had gone ballistic and blasted the Fruit Bearers to pieces earlier. But now, it was in use again, its user restored as though they had never been injured at all.
A song came from the pot, loud and ominous.
"Break thy time, time, time,
Harm O mine, mine, mine,
Break thy valour, valour, valour,
Take O mine, mine, mine."
The pot started to spot cracks and a moment later, it burst apart.