The Anti-Monitor's cold eyes swept across all of Knowhere.
His gaze did not linger on the tiny vessel, the Miracle, for even a second.
Instead, it crossed millions of kilometers and locked firmly onto the solitary black castle in the distance.
Clearly, his target was the ultimate master of the TVA.
But at the same time, he included Lynn, who stood between him and the castle,
and the warship that had just devoured Alioth within the range of his indiscriminate attack.
Marvel's Time-Keepers.
DC's Antimatter Overlord.
And the third-party wildcard who embodied extreme greed and harvesting-Lynn.
An unprecedented three-way battle between overlords, powerful enough to punch straight through the underlying logic of the multiverse,
officially began in this forgotten junkyard at the End of Time.
Lynn stood before the viewport, watching the towering figure that resembled a creator god. For the first time, a hint of gravity appeared on his face.
What he sensed was not danger, but an unprecedented amount of... trouble.
"One operation, and I've attracted two patients."
He murmured to himself.
"Looks like today's consultation fees are going over budget."
The Anti-Monitor's arrival brought a true "apocalypse" to this deathly silent Knowhere.
Every time his indescribably enormous body took a step through the void,
the space beneath his feet collapsed completely into a "Negative Zone" devoid of any physical concepts.
Endless antimatter energy swept through the entire dimension in an instant, like an invisible plague.
The countless fragments of debris that had been drifting slowly stopped moving the instant that energy washed over them.
The flow of time had been forcibly frozen.
Throughout Knowhere, apart from the black castle protected by golden light,
and the Miracle wrapped in its six-colored shield of laws, everything fell into absolute stillness.
"The filth... of the positive-matter universe."
The Anti-Monitor spoke.