In the courtyard, the evening breeze swept across the grass, leveled by the battles.
The lingering fragments of shattered spacetime were slowly absorbed by the manor's spatial barrier, dissolving completely into the world.
Loren's women stood on either side, their breathing steady.
After two battles across spacetime, they had gained a thorough understanding of Kang's spacetime laws and fighting style.
Their teamwork had grown more seamless, and their resistance to spacetime attacks had risen once again.
Loren stood at the center of the courtyard and looked up at the invisible threads of spacetime overhead.
With a light touch against the void, he could clearly sense the river of time flowing across countless parallel universes.
And at the point where all its branches converged stood Kang's Spacetime Temple, deep within the Quantum Realm.
Waiting for enemies to come to the manor and defending against them had only ever treated the symptoms, not the cause.
The Kang Dynasty could send an endless stream of variants and spacetime pursuers. They would never stop coming.
Staying on the defensive would only trap them in a war of attrition without end.
Rather than wait for an even stronger spacetime tyrant to arrive with an army, they might as well strike first and go straight for the heart of the enemy.
Loren lowered his gaze and turned to face his wives.
His voice was calm, but his decision was absolute. "If we keep defending the manor and taking hits, we'll never end this war.
The Kang Dynasty is rooted in the Quantum Realm and controls the timelines across the entire domain. As long as its council exists, the threat will never disappear."
"Next, I'm going into the Quantum Realm alone. I'll head straight for the Kang Dynasty's Spacetime Temple and bring down the heart of its