The Watchmaker's Will"
A blinding pulse of golden light erupted from the watch.
The shockwave did not push the entity back physically; it froze it in time. The creature remained suspended mid-air, its shadow blade inches from Vikram’s face, its entire form fracturing into thousands of static, disconnected frames. The surrounding mist stopped moving entirely, the crimson sky locking down into absolute stillness.
"It bought us time, but the main spring inside the watch is cracking," Vikram noticed, his fingers trembling as he felt the intense heat radiating from the silver metal. "The gears inside are melting under the pressure. We have less than three minutes before the kinetic dampening field collapses."