[Evangeline gathered every ounce of her remaining energy, feeling the cold of her Winter Goddess Divine Clothing seep into her bones. She reached deep within herself, accessing the most potent power of her avatar.]
[The air around her grew impossibly cold, frost spreading rapidly across the ground, up the walls, and into the very fabric of reality itself. The entire world seemed to hold its breath.]
[Then, with a final, whispered incantation, she released that power—freezing time itself.]
[The world around her became eerily still, every sound, every movement halted in an instant. Snowflakes hung suspended in the air, unmoving. The Truth Keeper, mid-laugh, was frozen in place, completely unaware of what was happening.]
[In this frozen world, only Evangeline could move.]
[Her body screamed in protest, the strain of maintaining such a powerful ability tearing at her very soul. But she gritted her teeth and forced herself to move forward, one agonizing step at a time.]
[Approaching the Truth Keeper, Evangeline's eyes blazed with cold fury. She could see the arrogance frozen on his face, and it only fueled her resolve.]
[With the last of her strength, Evangeline summoned her ice scepter, its power amplified by the frozen time around her. She raised it high, aiming directly at the Truth Keeper's heart.]
[In one swift motion, she drove the scepter forward, piercing the Truth Keeper's chest. The ice spread rapidly from the point of impact, encasing his body in a solid block of frozen time.]
[For a moment, everything was silent, the world holding its breath.]
[Then, time began to move again.]
[The Truth Keeper's eyes widened in shock and pain as he registered the ice scepter embedded in his chest. His mocking laughter was cut short, replaced by a gurgling gasp as he realized what had happened.]
["No... how...?" he croaked, but it was too late. The ice had already spread through his body, freezing him from the inside out.]
[Evangeline watched, her vision fading, as the Truth Keeper's body shattered into countless shards of ice, each piece glinting in the cold, still air.]
Now that the Goddess Simulation had concluded, Linsley turned his attention to the rewards he had earned from the God Simulation.
The only reward he hadn't yet used was the Loyal Servant—Roosewell Movandick, also known as Hellhound.
Linsley recalled the overwhelming power Hellhound had displayed during the simulation. Despite being caught off-guard and ultimately killed, it wasn't a reflection of Hellhound's weakness, but rather of Linsley's own exceptional strength.
Hellhound was a formidable force—one that would undoubtedly prove useful in the real world, especially as Linsley's disposable pawn.
"Alright, Hellhound, time to bring you out," Linsley murmured to himself as he prepared to summon his new servant.
With a focused thought, Linsley activated the ability granted by the God Simulator.
A powerful surge of energy rippled through the air as a shadowy figure began to materialize before Linsley.
The figure solidified, revealing Roosewell Movandick—Hellhound—standing tall and menacing. His appearance was striking, with a well-built frame draped in dark, rugged attire that matched his fierce demeanor.
His sharp, crimson eyes glowed faintly under the shadow of his hood, his face marked by faint scars that hinted at a lifetime of battles. His black hair, streaked with silver, flowed down to his shoulders, and a cold, calculating aura emanated from him.
Behind him, his Cerberus Zenith avatar stood looming, its three massive heads growling lowly, each mouth exuding a faint shadowy mist. The beast's fur was dark and shadowy, rippling with a ghostly energy that seemed to absorb the light around it.
Cerberus's glowing eyes gleamed menacingly, and the ground beneath its massive paws seemed to tremble as it stood, poised and ready for destruction.
Linsley smirked, pleased with the display of power. "From now on, you'll be my guard dog."
Without hesitation, Hellhound dropped to one knee, bowing deeply in complete submission.
His voice, low and filled with unwavering loyalty, echoed through the room. "Master, my fangs will bite anyone who dares threaten your interests or your safety."
Linsley nodded in approval, his gaze sharp with satisfaction. "Good. We have a lot ahead of us, and your strength will be crucial."