Buzz, buzz, buzz—
Amid the faint sounds of the fabric of space gradually shattering,
Rorschach's massive body, still kneeling on one knee, appeared out of thin air upon ground covered in fallen leaves and soil.
The cold, reflective shell of his Vibranium Armor also crushed a good deal of the densely growing grass and brush.
At this moment, the tearing pain that had once filled his mind and every inch of his flesh completely vanished.
If not for Rorschach's violent panting, his breathing rhythm constantly serving as an unmistakable reminder,
even Rorschach himself would have suspected that everything he had just experienced had been an illusion.
"The first episode unexpectedly knocked me unconscious. Judging from the young Lion King's enormous size, I must have remained unconscious for several years."
"The second one felt more like undergoing an extremely unstable bout of Time-Space Travel. Was it a side effect caused by traveling through time and space without using the Simulator? Or was it an additional effect brought on by the so-called Temporal Remnant?"
"And what exactly is a Temporal Remnant? Some special spacetime phenomenon caused by me, or an unknown enemy specifically here to cause me trouble? Unfortunately, my psychic foresight hasn't given me any more information."
"Of course, it better not be some failed product that The Emperor and a future version of me accidentally cooked up in the depths of the Warp. Otherwise, why would the three of us need to protect the Lion King's timeline?"
At this moment, Rorschach took a deep breath and quickly cast aside the countless thoughts tumbling through his mind.
He raised his head and repeatedly surveyed his surroundings.
He found himself still deep within the lush, secluded, and silent Caliban Forest.
However, judging from the unstable Time-Space Travel earlier,
Rorschach believed that both