Whether Time had anything to do with both goddesses was something only they themselves knew. Still, even if the guess was not entirely correct, it could not have been far from the truth. Pralaya, who had originally been competing with Mother Night, shifted her vicious gaze onto Deathstroke again.
As the God of Oblivion and the Mother of All, her gaze truly could kill. An ordinary person would be reduced to ashes the instant she looked at them, their soul sucked directly into oblivion.
But Mother Night would not allow that to happen. She might have been lazy, but she was not foolish. No matter what concept Pralaya was mobilizing, Mother Night silently countered it with the same concept.
Her advantage was gradually becoming apparent. Ground began to emerge from the emptiness around them, and blue-black plants resembling peacock tail feathers grew from it, proving that Mother Night's power had begun to effectively infiltrate the space.
Gradually taking control of this space was itself an expression of her advantage. Once she finished her work, Pralaya would be surrounded and killed here.
At such a time, Deathstroke, who had been playing with the cat and making idle chatter, instead became serious. Even a human like him could see what was happening, so the enemy, as one directly involved, surely felt it even more clearly.
If Pralaya wanted to use some means to turn the tables, then now was her only chance. Any later, and the situation would likely become impossible to reverse.
Anyone who had arm-wrestled knew that a stalemate was most likely when both arms were near the centerline. But once one side was close to being pressed onto the table, it became difficult to exert strength again.
Though the analogy was not entirely fitting, a contest on the conceptual