On the Acacia Battlefield, darkness fell.
Some unseen force drained the light from the entire Quantum Realm, twisting and folding the laws of physics along with it.
Sky and earth began closing toward the center in defiance of physics. In the end, the entire world and everything in it were compressed into a clear glass sphere.
Beyond the sphere, in the endless void, a colossal Legion held it in one hand—then crushed it!
Crack!
The world was destroyed.
Darkness swallowed everything.
After an unknown length of time, the owner of that enormous hand seemed to notice something. Slowly, he opened his palm.
Several figures appeared on it.
"If I hadn't seen it myself, I wouldn't have believed it." Miles stood on Legion's palm and looked up at him, vast as a cosmic god. "I think that's the first time I've actually seen you destroy a world, David."
"I told you I could. I just don't want to do it under normal circumstances."
Legion answered, then tossed them into a spacetime vortex. "Time for you to go."
"I knew it..."
Miles sighed and gave up resisting, letting the force hurl him and his companions toward the next Time Reversal.
It was that familiar floating continent again.
The four landed once more. Before Scott Lang had even found his footing, he looked up at the sky out of habit.
Sure enough, several unlucky agents fell from above, hurtling straight toward them.
"How many times has it been?"
Scott Lang held his head. "Seriously, I'm getting a little bored."
"About ten."
Miles answered, then put on the Portable Psychic Amplifier with practiced ease and began sensing the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Nurr charged in again. After a few dull thuds, the altered agents lay sprawled across the ground, unconscious.
Nurr landed and turned to