The Impossible Turn

"I never thought someone could corner and force me to reveal my trump card."

Her snicker and dismissive chuckle confirmed his fears.

"I congratulate you for your efforts. But this duel ends now."

She discarded her entire hand in a confusing display of assurance and... joy?

"With my entire hand as a sacrifice, I activate the Netherworld's Time Judge's effect."

Time slowed to a crawl on the mountainous field. The Dullahan's obsidian sword, hanging a centimeter above the dragon's head, ready to separate it from its body, froze.

"The Time Judge holds authority over present, past, and future as long as the targeted creature is of the same tier or lower."

Her eyes sparkled a perverse satisfaction that chilled his soul, reflecting her ugly character.