A Trap

This was the first time Donnie and Savitar had spoken face-to-face. Before this, even if they had supposedly cooperated, it had only been a matter of circumstance. They could hardly be said to owe each other any great debt of gratitude.

For Donnie and Savitar, the idea of making either of them pay a huge price for the other was nonsense. Without benefit to be gained or sheer coincidence, they would never have anything to do with each other.

Because neither of them was easy to deal with. Both were troublesome.

Donnie was wary of Savitar because that bastard was too fast—so fast that Donnie could not catch him. No, he could not even see his back. Even if Donnie was not afraid of Savitar himself, he still had to consider the people around him. If Savitar targeted them, it would be difficult to keep them safe.

Savitar was wary of Donnie because Donnie was the first Unique God ever born in the multiverse. He was unaffected by changes to the timeline, and the Speed Force Wall would not attack Donnie as it rejected other Unique Gods—unless Donnie got himself killed by doing something like destroying countless universes.

Now that these two had come together, if they truly fought, the outcome would be impossible to determine... Or rather, Donnie's odds were slightly better, because Savitar still did not know what trump cards Donnie had hidden.

Quite a few ancient gods had been reduced to tears after getting played by the weak Donnie.

The window was open. The discarded armor sank into darkness, remaining in a half-kneeling position as the gleam flowing across it vanished completely.

Savitar watched Donnie with a cold, sinister gaze. After staring for a while, he indifferently reached out and picked up the cup of tea. He