The Great War That Destroys Everything

Ian's Dharma idol really was intimidating.

At the very least, Zarathos was thoroughly shocked.

"When did you—how could you—" His voice was thick with utter disbelief, unable to comprehend just how many kinds of power Ian had inside him.

This Dharma idol wielded the authority of Destiny.

It made even a great demon tremble.

Ian—or rather, the Chronos Monarch—raised his head and looked at Zarathos. There was no emotion in those vortex-like eyes, only an eternal calm.

"What did you just say?"

His voice rang out, not from his throat, but from countless timelines at once, sounding simultaneously from the past, the present, and the future. "I'm your nourishment?"

That, at least, still sounded like Ian.

Zarathos froze.

A second later.

After a brief moment of conflict, he seemed to realize something, and his shock transformed into an even wilder ecstasy.

"That's right! That's right! That's it! That's it!"

He spread his arms wide, and the flames in his two burning eyes surged.

"Your power! You actually have this kind of power too! Perfect! Too perfect!"

Zarathos seemed to think that the stronger Ian was, the more formidable the power he could devour would be, and so he burst into crazed laughter, the sound shattering countless ruins around them.

"Do you know?! After I devour you, not only will I obtain that girl's source, I'll also obtain your power of time! Causality! Time! Destiny! Add to that Galactus's power and my demonic essence, and I will become a true omnipotent god! No existence will be able to stop me! No existence will be able to challenge me!"

He raised both hands, his two enormous fists clenching.

"Come! Let me see just how strong this so-called Chronos Monarch of yours really is! Let me see whether your power of time can