"Man, I'm exhausted—"
Looking at the world restored around him and the timer flashing urgently, Masaki Keigo couldn't help but sigh.
The fatigue seemed to seep from the depths of his bones. It wasn't just physical exhaustion; it weighed on his mind, too.
But that was more or less what he had expected from the start.
He raised his head and looked at Mirai Hibino, who lay on the ground nearby.
It seemed he would have to leave the next act to this young warrior.
"Mirai, open your eyes—"
The voice sounded directly in his mind.
Mirai Hibino's tightly shut eyelids fluttered, then snapped open.
Before him stood Ultraman Impat—and a world frozen completely still.
The wind had stopped. All sound had vanished. The whole of Tokyo looked like a massive model sealed in amber.
What—what's going on?
He sat bolt upright, the apocalyptic image of Earth being crushed like a walnut flashing through his mind.
The icy despair of it made him shiver.
Just now—why—
"Was this your doing?"
It took Mirai Hibino a long moment to come around. He swallowed and asked Masaki Keigo.
"That's right. I tried restoring Earth to its state before it was destroyed. Judging by the result, it worked."
Masaki Keigo explained that all he had done was rewind Earth to the state it had been in before its destruction.
He paused, then spread his hands. "But it cost me all my energy.
Once time starts moving again, I won't have the strength to fight."
"Th-then what are we supposed to do?!"
Mirai Hibino sprang to his feet and paced in a panic.
If Mr. Masaki could no longer fight, the black emperor was still standing right there. The moment time resumed, wouldn't he shatter the newly restored world all over again? And this