Ian flew high in the sky, the wind howling past his ears. He was not going fast, only cruising at ordinary supersonic speed. The Weeping Angel's ability awakened inside him, and that power was cold—very cold—like the first northwesterly wind of winter pouring down his collar, or ice water dumped over his head.
Very different from the Speed Force.
After all, it was a power originally meant to gnaw away at time. A little evil was only reasonable. But that did not mean it could not be used for proper business.
"Power has no good or evil. It mainly depends on the person using it!"
His eyes began to glow. Not gold, not purple, but a grayish white, like the light on the surface of an ancient stone statue when moonlight illuminated it.
Ian lowered his head and looked down at the earth.
Those things that did not belong to this era became clear in his field of vision. Around every single object wound the afterimages of timelines.
Because of the Speed Force, combined with the Weeping Angel's time power, he did not need to think about which era an object should go to. Those afterimages would automatically tell him the answer.
"Tsk, tsk. Ancient Egyptian mythology."
Ian stopped above Manhattan.
That Future Pyramid stood in the city center, its surface covered in glowing blue patterns. It was probably a building from around the year 3000, swept up by temporal turbulence and dropped into the present.
The base of the pyramid had sides over two hundred meters long, and its top was sharp enough to pierce the sky. Those blue patterns climbed upward along the edges, converging at the tip into an extremely dreamlike orb of light. Several blocks around the pyramid had already been evacuated, leaving only empty streets