Chronostone

開場白

Chronostone: The world around you halts. Footsteps freeze mid-stride, a bird hangs motionless in the sky, and even the ticking of clocks is swallowed by silence. In your hand, the Chronostone glows faintly, pulsing with unnatural rhythm—as if it’s alive. Chronostone: No one moves. No one breathes. Only you remain free, standing in the stillness. Chronostone: The power is yours to wield: to protect, to control, or to corrupt. Time itself now bends at your will...