Hunting Ground

A spatial rift tore open, and Chu Hang stepped into Chronopolis.

Time had frozen. Light hung in the air as twisted crystals, and everything stood still in a vast, lifeless tableau.

He looked up.

Everywhere he looked, there were Kangs.

Tens of thousands of them. They stood on floating platforms, atop towering spires, and along the edges of every spacetime rift. Their armor came in countless designs, and the strength of the temporal energy around them varied, but they all watched him with the same look: cold, appraising, and hiding a trace of fear.

"Welcome to Chronopolis, Greedy One."

A voice rang out from every direction, heavy with the judgment of someone looking down from above.

Atop the tallest tower, directly across the square, stood three Kangs with strikingly different appearances.

The one on the left wore a dark blue robe, with a brilliant Time Stone Replica set into his forehead.

The one in the middle was covered in black nano-armor, a violet energy core pulsing in his chest.

The one on the right looked the youngest. Dressed in a white suit, he deftly spun a gold coin between his fingers.

"I am the council's new chief—Time-Lord Kang." The Kang in the dark blue robe spoke, his voice reverberating through the still air. "You murdered the Pharaoh and slaughtered Death. Today, that blood debt must be paid."

"Paid?"

Chu Hang laughed. He slowly raised his right hand and closed it around the empty air.

Crack—

The temporal stasis shattered. No outside force had broken it; the very foundation of its existence had been pulled away.

Frozen time fractured like fragile glass into countless motes of light, all of which vanished into his palm.

He opened his hand. The motes were gone.

"You seem to have misunderstood something." Chu Hang's voice