The battle lasted longer than expected, but only from Su Ming's perspective.
Because he had been manipulating the Timeline so frequently, even he could no longer say how much time had actually passed relative to the outside world. Maybe only a few seconds? Maybe several minutes?
But that did not matter. The space inside Eternity could be regarded as another independent dimension. It was a projection of the entire Marvel Multiverse, but not entirely so.
In terms of observing the Narrative Layer, Eternity was somewhat like Doctor Manhattan, though not as rational and emotionless as the latter. Its abilities, however, seemed somewhat weaker.
In short, repeatedly overwriting saves really took a toll on the body. It felt as though his bones had lost several ounces.
But once Strangle snatched a Galactus corpse from the Orange Cat and devoured it, weakness was no longer an issue. He was now in perfect condition.
"Come to think of it, Galactus has flesh and blood too."
Su Ming used his Lightsaber to shave The Glyph's corpse. The latter had died miserably, with barely an intact patch of flesh left on its body. It was covered in densely packed ravines like fine scales.
These were all sword wounds inflicted by Deathstroke. Black smoke still seeped from them, rising in one direction and being drawn into the Black Sun.
"Ah, I know about that. Some people say Planet Eater isn't a Concept Entity, but an ancient creature."
Hela wiped the sweat from half her face. A battle at this level was a bit much for her, but merely tagging along was manageable.
There had been many moments when she was in grave danger, only to inexplicably emerge unharmed. She had already guessed that Deathstroke had used the Time Stone.
"Heh, yeah." Su Ming nodded, turning the