Loren remained calm as he faced the onrushing torrent of ultimate time.
He planted his feet in the void of the great hall and spread his hands, opening a boundless spatial domain.
Centered on him, endless spatial barriers layered one upon another.
Together, they formed an Absolute Spatial Domain that shut out all causality, all time, and every past and future.
Boom—
The torrent of time struck the Absolute Spatial Domain head-on. A terrifying shockwave of clashing laws instantly tore apart more than half the sanctuary's walls.
Space-time crystals shattered and scattered across the sky. In the distance, the impact blasted a vast breach in the flowing river of time.
Immortus controlled time!
He rewound the battlefield again and again, rewrote his attacks, and repeatedly returned Loren's spatial defenses to a shattered state.
Loren kept rebuilding space, sealing off the flow of time, and severing the causal chains behind those attacks.
Immortus could rewind the past so Loren had never raised his defenses.
Loren could isolate the past so Immortus could not touch it.
Immortus could foresee the future and lock onto every path Loren's attacks would take.
Loren could seal off the future and erase every possible future of his own, rendering Immortus's predictions useless.
Their battle carried them from the council hall through the Temporal Sanctuary and into the river of time beyond it.
Countless rivers of time churned wildly as their laws collided.
The histories and futures of innumerable parallel universes began to slip out of order. Planets veered off course, and the histories of civilizations were briefly rewritten.
This was a clash at the very pinnacle of the Multiverse. Every exchange shook its foundations.
The longer Immortus fought, the more alarmed he became. He had wielded the Time Origin for tens of thousands of years.
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