Sure enough, Damian merely gave a slight nod and accepted Harley's explanation.
The boy did not eat any cake, but he did drink a little beer. His face was no longer as pale as usual, though his voice still had the same hoarse rasp of a voice changer:
"I understand. I have a plan. Since time is the problem, we'll start with time."
He had already figured out the enemy's method. They had prevented Superman from landing on Earth and stopped Cheetah from coming into contact with Goddess of the Hunt's Blade. So his team would return to the past, eliminate every enemy who had prevented those events, and make sure the story unfolded according to history.
"Have I mentioned this before? Pralaya's view of time differs from ours." The Fifth-Dimensional Being conjured a long pipe from nowhere and began puffing away as he muttered. "Time is actually a vector of changes in matter. Humanity created the word 'time' and gave it meaning."
Consciousness had to come first before one could become aware of time.
Suppose there was a stone that underwent no energy changes whatsoever, and that stone also possessed consciousness. Would it have a Time Concept?
The answer was no. Perhaps it would at first. Unable to move and needing no food, the stone might notice changes in its surroundings and thus develop a sense of time.
But what about a hundred years later? A million years later? A hundred quintillion years later?
The Time Concept would probably have long been forgotten, right? Because time would hold no meaning for it. It would be a meaningless vector, and being forgotten would be its final Destiny.
Likewise, for Pralaya, whose lifespan was equally incomparably long and who was both the beginning and the end, time was equally meaningless. Her